Are Writing And Sleep Incompatible?

I just finished my new novel’s 1st draft, 300 pages!!  I thought I’d get some rest at last. Revisions aren’t that exciting, are they? Perhaps I’ve lost my mind or was that something just reserved for kids? Here I am up at Four in the Morning, excited about revising! I know how it starts, I know how it ends….. can repainting road signs be that exciting? I think however it’s the inspiration of friends I’ve found at Indie Writers…..

There is an addiction to the creative experience that is inspired by nothing but others. What is it I want to make certain I have done? What is to exciting to wait? I’m inspired by those  in my writing group, who I hope like me can’t wait for enough light to again be up and write!  This is how my sleep is undone…

  • Tease curiosity with Alvin Wander’s amazing technique for creating character
  • Create a culture bound to a knife held by a vulture as Walt Kuhlman does
  • Add some subtle but poetic phrases as inspired by Judy Moskowitz (or Billy Collins)
  • Add some heartfelt prose with the gentleness Evelyn Ross does
  • Every day I remember to read someone new as I learned from Gerrie Beck
  • Shine the hot spot light of stage like presence on my character’s speech- Isaac Asimov (I know he’s been here while I was asleep)
  • Or read something magical as from  John C Mannone?  (as close as the internet)
  • A a page of cruelty and violence in a very special way, inspired by Keith Darrel
  • What price can you put on such a thrill?  Authors who have have Disneyland In their backyard!  Maybe I’ve added too, by just catching fire?

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The Carneeg – Chapter #3 … Help me write it!

Written By Janr Ssor – Published By Janr Ssor. Copyright 2017 by Janr Ssor and Dr Joseph A Ross, 15300 Lake Wildflower Rd, DelRay Beach Fl 33434. All rights reserved. REPRODUCTION OF THIS AND ALL TEXT ON THIS WEBSITE IS RESTRICTED! Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author and the efforts of E-Publishers to provide media in the format you want and need. — Read and comment or email  (JanrSsor(at)gmail.com) your suggestion!  Help me write it! Instructions? -> ReadHere 

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The End Of The Beginning

Back on Earth and thousands of miles away from Nilore a seemingly unconnected event was about to complicate Zearbings’ secret plans.  Janr Ssor and his co-pilot Q were just leaving Earth’s orbit in their experimental Silver S-600 mining saucer.  Using the enhanced Bussardi drive and a new inertial dampening field, they had reached the halfway point between Earth and the Moon in under six minutes after launch.   

This was their stopping point for mission review, after all, this was the first manned mission for mining asteroids with a Bussardi drive saucer ship enhanced by inertial dampening. Before the planned even faster thrust, to complete their mission, engineering review was needed and now in progress.

Q turned to Janr and in his normal hyperactive state said, “Janr, did you and Anne talk about maybe bringing back a gem for her upcoming birthday?”  Janr laughed, and said,  “are you reading my mind again?”  Q responded, “Heck that’s easy as pie! You are so excited about finding a large gem it’s just bouncing off the insides of your head!  I wish I had a girlfriend half as pretty as your Anne to bring a present to!”

Janr laughed and responded, “Anne is deserving of anything I can find. She puts up with my talking about everything: my programming, medical research or anything no matter how technical and she never falls asleep. I know I can go on and on when I am excited. I would love to bring her a souvenir since you know we are each entitled to bring at least one home as a gift for test piloting this space toy.”

MaryAnne, the Artificial Intelligence, then spoke up in a very sexy female voice, “Boys, I don’t know why they call you test pilots when a hot lady like me takes most of the responsibility for this mission!  And what about rewarding me, huh?  Janr dear, if you would take my requests seriously and make me a nice soft sexy bod, you could have a mistress who would never even expect a reward, well at least nothing physical. A curvaceous bod would be enough for me! Get the hint big boy?”  

Q said, “Janr, I can’t believe you sneaked that almost perverted personality chip into this A.I. and got away with it.  How the heck did you do that!”   

Janr laughed, placed his two hands in a steeple like formation beneath his chin and with his most studious expression said, “If you contemplated your plans and actions with the deftness and skill that I do Q, it would be elementary. You are quite aware that MaryAnne, my residential A.I. has been imbued, thanks to my genius, with the blessings of human quirkiness and sexy femininity.  I even managed to achieve this victory without a lengthy discussion with Anne. I try to plan my moves like a skilled chess master. My MaryAnne at home, knows to never use her personality chip when Anne is present or when Anne is at home with me. Actually, she is to only use it when we are alone. This is the brilliant design model I used for our friendly MaryAnne here but without those artificial restrictions.  As for sneaking it in, I will assure you that I presented a detailed logical research proposal outlining the negative effects of social isolation on human performance. As a result my work here is funded for justifiable reasons not just whim! There was no question about the logic of my proposed research. In fact, there is a twin saucer, though it’s an older model, being launched simultaneously with ours that will be used as a control in this clinical psychological research project, as I call it. It is actually occupied by two female test pilots.”

nuclear-2136244_1920The comm light suddenly began to blink, and a soft ringing repeated. It was a request for telecom access. Janr said, “MaryAnne, open this channel, please.  Immediately, the voice of Janr’s close friend, Ibrahim Neu, the director of Earth’s Luna base,  T.I.C. (Terrestrial Interplanetary Communications),  resounded through their ship in his powerful commanding voice. The screen cleared and his handsome face appeared but it was clearly filled with lines of tension Janr had never seen.  Janr always loved to listen to Ibrahim’s deep bass voice in public lectures on physics, telecommunications or the beauty of Islamic teachings, as his genius extended to all those subjects and much more.  However, this was the first time Ibrahim had ever appeared agitated. Ibrahim in an urgent tone bellowed, “Our telecommunications network is being commandeered, Janr! It is on the FM frequency that you noted from the Bussardi fusion eggs. I believe someone here is sabotaging our system I am…….”  And his communication was suddenly replaced by NASA’s emergency broadcast system.

The emergency communication CIA notice appeared as the screens flickered to form a new focus. This quickly cleared as Janr’s wife, Anne, came on screen. Her usual ivory skin and soft freckles were replaced by a nearly grey pallor and lines of tension showed around her eyes and mouth.   Behind Anne stood the president of the United States as well as several military officials who Janr knew quite well.  They apparently were in the oval office, all with very serious looks on their faces.  Anne, whose flowing red hair filled center screen,  spoke up as soon as the green connection light stopped blinking.  Her green eyes were lit with intense focus.

In a decidedly tense voice she said,  “Janr, I am speaking to you as head of the CIA.   Ten minutes ago, we received a transmission that overrode all the services of our telecommunications networks.  In it a fanatical Muslim extremist, known as Muhammad Al Zearbings, appeared and spoke to the world all at once via our commandeered Lunar Network.  He said that in just  minutes, he would begin to wipe the Earth clean of Judeo-Christian civilization once and for all.  He was going to demonstrate his power  by destroying London, Paris, New York and Los Angeles.  

We then received images of his terrorist associates standing at Times Square, the Eiffel Tower, Big Ben and Hollywood Boulevard. Each had an incredibly small football shaped device worn around their necks which he told us was a nuclear bomb like device. He then showed us images of something in their right hand that radiated brilliant red light and he told us that in ten seconds each city we were seeing would vanish forever in a nuclear blast.  

He then did so in exactly ten seconds!  Millions of Americans and our international brothers vanished in a blast of nuclear flame that left deep craters in the earth where great cities and many millions of people had just taken their last breath.  

Al Zearbings has just stated that because the Islamic people are compassionate and just, he will give us thirty minutes of prayer to ask forgiveness of Allah before he destroys the rest of us.   We have now about twenty four minutes.  He says that unlike the total and instant annihilation he has just demonstrated, he will burn our cities slowly until the nuclear fire leaves the same pit in the Earth it has where New York had been.  He will do this to cleanse even the soil from the evil we have created.  The slow burning death is to cleanse our spirits through suffering which, he claims, Allah has decreed we must pass through before we reach our final punishment in Allah’s hands.

He has also told us that for the heritage of future generations, he and his colleague, Al Anif Malik, will fly into space on a Bussardi powered saucer to video the joyous occasion for future generations.

Unfortunately we believe he can do  all he has promised!  Your experimental ship has the first Bussardi cannon as well as drive, which you were to test for mining purposes.  In truth, this cannon is also planned as a weapon for the maintenance  of peace.  We would like you to turn back and immediately attempt to use it to destroy what we believe is his headquarters.  We have it on good information that his headquarters are located in the city of Nilore in Islamabad.  Ibrahim has warned us about the FM transmissions from Islamabad and from the Bussardi fusion devices but, unfortunately, it is too late for millions!  Destroy the entire city, Janr!  It is unlikely he can use his saucer ship to activate the process; however, after you destroy the city, if you sight his ship, wipe it from existence!

It is our only hope!  The cannon is set for a focused small burst as needed for mining but we are now transmitting  the technical information showing you how to widen its beam to take out the entire city.  We believe Al Zearbings has done much the same with Buzzard fusion generators that he has told us he has planted all over the Earth.  His are set for a 360 degree pattern, we believe that is how he destroyed millions of lives just minutes ago.  

As the director of the CIA and with the support of the President of the USA and our leading Generals assembled here, we authorize and command that you take this action immediately!  You will see the security authorization on the telecom panel now illuminated.  Janr, you are to stop your ship now and reset your ship navigation for the target we have just sent your computers.  Q, you are to begin the technical modifications as Janr is navigating back to the Earth.  The tools to adjust the cannons spread are in the locker # 10  where you will see a red mechanic’s tool box.  Use the psion wrench and let the computer guide its settings with what we just transmitted to your robotics database.  To do this you will have to crawl into the panel under your dashboard and open vent # EGG-L1 which is just in front of your seat.   I am sure you recall its final installation and test adjustments on the firing range before launch last week.”

Anne’s voice rose a pitch in tone and intensity and she continued, “We now have less than twenty minutes!  I am praying that you will get to your target and be able to stop this madman before we all die.  We will stay in direct video communications as you begin this vital mission. In addition, be aware that you may see his saucer ship as you arrive at your destination, if so, it will be your secondary target.  Our prayers are with you.  If you have no questions, please hurry with all your might!”

Janr, whose forehead was now covered in perspiration had loaded the navigational changes into the system and was manually stopping all acceleration before Anne concluded her speech.   The ship was now facing the Earth and beginning to accelerate.  However, the change in destination  without pre-programmed settings caused the computer to be unable to engage the inertial dampening system and we could not accelerate as fast as we wished to without losing consciousness or being tossed against the wall and splattered there.

Q, whose hands were visibly shaking, now had the tool box and was trying to get under the dashboard but could not do so until Janr decreased acceleration.  At this rate, the computer was calculating we would not arrive at our destined target for thirty minutes!  It was way beyond what we needed.  

Janr asked Q to rush the fix and began to pre-program the target so as to be able to activate inertial dampening.  This could work.  

Anne continued to addressed them from the monitor as they worked.  With a clear effort to maintain a calm tone, Anne said,  “Janr,  we understand the issue with inertial dampening.  We agree the only way for  you to attain your target is for Q to first adjust the target spread and for you to pre-program the target.  Had we thought of the inertial dampening, we would have sent it with the target data.  Our computer is giving us a 90% chance that you will succeed in time, if you do as you are doing and pre-program the target. Once completed, it should require only  seven minutes to arrive at the attack coordinates.”

With an added sense of urgency Anne leaned forward and said,  “Proceed as you are doing and we will all survive!”

Q’s eyes were stinging as perspiration dripped into them.  He could feel his heart pounding. His mind was well focused on his task but images of the millions of people who had lived in NY, his home, refused to totally recede from his mind.

Janr’s cold hands typed commands faster than they had ever before.  His eyes were riveted to the screens as each update came closer to a final flight plan.  Other than their heartbeats and the hiss of the ventilation system, there was nothing but silence as Q and Janr hurried to make the needed modifications.  After six minutes of silence, a loud clang came from beneath the dashboard as Q closed the maintenance door.  Q ran to return the kit to the locker and sealed the door.  Running back to Janr, he looked up at the comm screen and every muscle in his body knotted up in tensions as he began to scream involuntarily. The oval office was filling with smoke and they were splashing pitchers of drinking water on each other!  Anne’s hair appeared to be smoking!  Q shouted, “What is happening Anne!  I thought we had 13 more minutes?”

Anne coughed and in a hoarse rasping voice managed to say,  “It appears this bastard has started the heating process early.  The temperature is rising insanely fast.  Please! Please help us! “

Janr looked up to see hell’s fires beginning to ignite the room in which his beloved Anne stood, despite the pounding in his chest and tears forming in his eyes, he slammed the keyboard activation button.  With his eyes glued to the screens, his ship ripped through the atmosphere in just under seven minutes and was quickly above Islamabad. The oval office had vanished from his screen and with it the sounds of screaming people dying in a fire, which Janr could only imagine. His blood pounded in his head with every beat of his heart so much that his vision also pulsed. Still, he remained focused and worked as fast as any human could. As they stabilized their position, MaryAnne, the ship’s A.I. reported a saucer launch from Nilore directly below them, the secondary target!

…………………………..  to be continued!  Have a thought?  Share it!

The Carneeg – Chapter 2 – Help Me Write It!

Written By Janr Ssor – Published By Janr Ssor. Copyright 2017 by Janr Ssor and Dr Joseph A Ross, 15300 Lake Wildflower Rd, DelRay Beach Fl 33434. All rights reserved. REPRODUCTION OF THIS AND ALL TEXT ON THIS WEBSITE IS RESTRICTED! Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author and the efforts of E-Publishers to provide media in the format you want and need. — Read and comment or email  (JanrSsor(at)gmail.com) your suggestion!  Help me write it! Instructions? -> ReadHere 

Beyond Words  (Chapter 2)

In another dimension and over 30,000 years away in space-time from Earth, Earth’s coming challenges were about to be indirectly sensed by the biped Creon known verbally as “star.”

Another biped like being, Red, who was also a Creon, could have been recognized as a possible descendent of humanity from his physical similarities to human form; but, that original humanoid form had vanished from his land nearly 30,000 years ago and was no longer of any historical significance. Red could also have spoken with his remaining vestigial vocal chords but that would have been a frustrating and pointless waste of time.  His name was not spoken it was pictured. Vocalized names were for creatures who used sound to try and communicate their mental images; the Creon had no need for vocal names or vocalization.

Red, like most of his brethren stood six feet tall. His massive head was nearly as wide as his shoulders and somewhat vertically oblong. His neck looked like a wide aged tree root, well anchored to his muscular shoulders and at the top forming an arch to suspend his alien-eyes.red.gold.pngheavy head. Red’s nose and mouth looked like something out of a little green man from space photo, both being made of slits and dots. It was his oval eyes that were most captivating. They were five times the size of his ancestor’s eyes and held large red snake like oval pupils whose inner edge were rimmed in bright gold. He had no eyebrows but between where they would have been was a very slightly shallow indentation with a hint of bluish skin tone, his third eye. The top of his head was hairless but the skin covering his head was ridged all the way back to the nape of his neck where two ridges traveling vertically with his spine dove into his head (this was a cartilaginous covering over the large arteries and veins supplying blood and cooling to his oversized brain. His body, legs and arms were very much humanoid other than for the six multi-jointed toes and fingers on each extremity.  Genetic engineering did have advantages over evolution.

Red who was a genetic engineer was known simply by an image of a red dwarf star surrounded by a halo of space time distortion. It was a summoning image that he was very fond of. When communicating with lesser intellects he, however, allowed them to call him “Red” since, for him,  hearing was not as frustrating an experience as attempting to vocalize.  He could certainly hear, see, sense touch and, in fact, had sensory abilities the many lesser beings could not even imagine.  However, he mostly communicated and achieved his daily goals by the use of his many PSI skills. Being called sonically was not something he liked but something he tolerated. He didn’t need to be called at all as he could sense his callers thoughts but it helped them to know he was aware of them when they spoke, if he turned his eyes upon them as they frequently did for each other.  

Red’s colleague whose summoning was an image of a hydrogen atom, specialized in environmental physics and space-time-dimensional travel. He too, of course, had a name for the convenience of lesser beings; he allowed them to call him “Hy.”  

Hy and Red were members of a civilization descended from the ancient Illuminati. They called themselves the “Creon” for the lesser beings but visualized themselves as the Creator (a black hole)  because they had been creators of new lifeforms for thousands of years.

At the moment, Red and Hy were distracted from their work by an image from “newly born star” who accepted the vocal name “Star.”  Star was about a twick away and was working nearer the core of Terra. At his station, at the moment, he was viewing most of the Milky Way Galaxy space traffic display screens. The metallic glowing head rest he reclined against helped him interact with the galactic subspace computer mind (the Cosmic Mind) that coordinated and monitored all space travel in his galaxy.  His shared image was telling Hy and Red that several spaceships traveling in space-time-dimensional travel were in route to their home world, Terra. It was in fact, most unusual too as precognitive scans of the life forms in the ships clearly showed them to be only at the prime level of intelligence. This was nine levels less than the Creon. They should not have been able to attain this type of travel or even vaguely understand it. These beings were as primitive as the Illuminati were when they began building their new world near the core of Terra. Millennia ago, the Illuminati had experienced an unusual genetic evolutionary leap forward, they had begun to develop telepathy. In addition, they were already far above their brethren in intellect. This had led to them separating themselves from their ancient surface civilization by moving underground to be closer to the geothermal energy of Terra and the  black hole at the center of every planet. They had planned and succeeded on using its power to empower their civilization with endless energy. It also enabled them to travel to the stars by FTL technology. They no longer had anything in common with the surface dwellers, who seemed at last cured of their desire to wage wars.

Star continued to share images that made it clear that the three ships in route to Terra were not only traveling in a way primitives should not be able to do but were in addition traveling from a world that was a dimensional harmonic of theirs. In essence, they were coming from a world almost identical to theirs in many ways but, of course, not identical in all and from a time similar to when their ancestors the Illuminati moved underground. This was something only a being like a Spheron of Creon creation could readily accomplish. This was of interest as it might hint at a genetic modification or mutation that was as yet unknown to the Creon. They agreed that these beings were worth studying when they arrived. They would entice them to come to their citadel, Creon, and then examine them like any new species.

Red and Hy agreed that Star’s interruption was worth noting and sent Star an image of soft rain causing the soon landed spaceships to sprout into vines. Star was pleased that they were looking forward to the outgrowth of this coming event.

Red resumed imaging the double helix  and its new possible modification as their research work’s previous focus continued.  They were close to completing the genetic design for a version of Creon that could live on Aquaris II where ocean pressures were far greater than on Omega-2, many miles under the ocean surface. They were pleased with the new beings expected appearance too, as making the new form parabolic meant less energy expended by the Aqueon in navigating the ocean’s depth. The next phase of design required a sexual response between Aqueons.  A response that would trigger a positive evolutionary pattern. Neur joined them instantly as he was, of course, aware of their need for a brain and hormone expert. Neur had recently chosen a retinal ganglion cell image for his summoning and allowed lower life forms to call him “Neur.” The three formed one and began redesigning the helix with instant images of a final birth product for technical review and, of course, to choose from. The coming arrival of the Earth beings was of no significance for now.

……………….  to be continued.  Feel free to share your thoughts and suggestions by Comments to this text or in private by emailing me at  JanrSsor(at)Gmail.com

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The Carneeg – Chapter 1 – Help Me Write It!

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This is the first installment of my story “The Carneeg” which is in progress!

 You are invited to read, make suggestions  (click for detailsand share your thoughts. Who knows you may end up changing the destiny of the story, afterall it is in the draft creation state only!   This is an experiment in writing for me as it shares some unusually cruel imagery to define the characters two radical terrorists who will be a LONG focus of this story…..

Written By Janr Ssor – Published By Janr Ssor. Copyright 2017 by Janr Ssor and Dr Joseph A Ross, 15300 Lake Wildflower Rd, DelRay Beach Fl 33434. All rights reserved. REPRODUCTION OF THIS AND ALL TEXT ON THIS WEBSITE IS RESTRICTED! Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author and the efforts of E-Publishers to provide media in the format you want and need. — Read and comment or email  (JanrSsor(at)gmail.com) your suggestion!  Help me write it! Instructions? -> ReadHere 

Destruction And Creation

“Free Energy For All” was the ubiquitous headline of the 21st century,  when the physics genius Robert Bussardi finally succeeded in creating simple miniature fusion generators. His polywell fusion device changed the face of the world! It inspired world wide celebration other than in the oil rich Middle East and Pakistan. In Nilore, Pakistan, where radical Islamic physicists were determined to turn this freeworld blessing into its destruction, there was a particular burning resentment in the heart of Muhammad Al Zearbings. Zearbings was a physicist who had been working on the same research program at Pinstech University. Much of his research engineering was stolen from Bussardi’s team by an inside spy.   

Everyone in the USA praised a small team of developers, who had walked in the deceased genius’ footprints, and created a device about the size and shape of a football, that could power a town for centuries.  It was Dr Bussardi’s dream come true; unfortunately posthumously. He had died of cancer  which was likely caused by our civilization’s many chemical miracles, such as plastics containing BPA.

Everything has its price of course. We knew that for every advancement in technology the environment could change. Every good thing could be turned into an equal or greater evil but such risks stimulated human creativity and could hardly be avoided. Small losses as a result of technological progress could hardly compare to the huge empowerment devices like this fusion football seemed to offer mankind! The simplicity of  Dr Bussardi’s device made it a mass production hero.  Copper power lines that had been ubiquitous in every developed country, vanished from the horizon in under a year.  China mass produced a clone of this device and it quickly spread to the world.

In all the Western news media an age of prosperity was predicted and the long stretching worldwide recession quickly came to an end.  Nearly everywhere fear and depression vanished as oil tankers were hauled into docks to be converted into around the world cruise ships.  Everyone seemed thrilled and thankful, except in the Middle East where oil, overnight, seemed virtually valueless. Iran, Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Syria and even Venezuela met to discuss their dilemma as power slipped through their fingers like sand in a desert storm.

There was, however, the brilliant but mentally twisted nuclear scientist in Pakistan, Muhammad   Al Zearbings, who could not conceive that Allah would take power from the grasp of his chosen people.  Working feverishly with the help of A. Q. Kahan’s disciple, he had a plan.  Zearbings could not conceive that this power source was designed to empower the debased followers of Christianity and Judaism.  Zearbings was sure Allah planned their destruction, not empowerment.  He was positive that somewhere within this powerful creation, was the end of opposition to Islam’s conquest of  the Earth.

With mass production of the polywell device, every home in the world soon have a fusion generator. Every car would be powered by simply plugging its  retrofitted engines into a  garage wall outlet.  In just 10 years,  the  Islamic iron grip on the world’s throat appeared to have changed to a handful of rust.

Super fast saucer shaped space ships were being launched to mine asteroids for precious metals and that took wealth from the Islamic controlled African nations. In contrast to Zearbings’ home in Pakistan,  the people of the  West believed they were again basking in the light of the Creator’s blessings of prosperity.

It was early in 2035 that Zearbings awoke to a miraculous day that he was sure spoke of Allah’s secret plan for the spread of Sharia and the Caliphate. That morning upon awakening, he forced himself upon his wife, Afreeda, and abused her which he knew made her feel sick. He told her this was to remind her of her duties as an obedient wife and that she was not to again use the excuse of being tired when he desired sex at bed time. He was sure she would remember her place for months to come, but he was certain he would find other reasons to dominate her which gave him great satisfaction. He recalled how his father, a qaazi (judge) in his home village, had meted out justice to those who violated community standards. He saw himself in this role too.  Eventually, he imagined, he was sure Afreeda would get to like whatever he forced upon her, after all that was a women’s place.

Later that morning, in the city of Nilore, in Islamabad’s capital territory,  at Pinstech research center, Zearbings had an accident.  A flash of light, from the polywell device he was redesigning, burned a twenty foot wide hole through forty feet of concrete and rock in just under one hundredth of a second.  What was an absolutely safe fusion device, according to Bussardi’s legendary company,  was soon to become the basis of a thermonuclear device of unprecedented power.  Sharing his discovery with a network of  supposedly disbanded terrorists, was no problem for Zearbings.  With funding from Iran, a mass production facility was speedily purchased in China and the “newly enhanced” devices were quickly sold worldwide at incredibly low prices.  Unknown to the world’s buyers, a secret chip and trigger hidden in the electronics reported the devices location and allowed its detonation from any place in the world.  

Simultaneously, a meeting of  ICE (the Islamic Caliphate In Exile) was hastily arranged by Muhammad  Al Zearbings in Raqqa, Syria and plans were made for the conquest of the Christian world and all other kafir nations. It had to be a dramatic plan that would bring the world’s kafir leadership to their knees overnight!  Zearbings had a plan that could utilize the current terrorist training camps to produce such an overnight conquest which he would be able to launch in under a year’s time. Knowing his genius, ICE backed him 100 percent as he had anticipated.

Al Zearbings would need 4 dedicated terrorists to begin his glorious plan but how would he accomplish this? Then he thought of an old contact, Al Anif Malik, who he knew trained terrorists. Al Anif was a very dangerous man by his judgement but this was what the mission required. He recalled smoking bowls of hashish with Al Anif in college, even though it was clearly haram (unlawful) by Islamic decree. Other students knew about this but no one would dare speak against Al Anif knowing his reputation for violence, cruelty and his families wealth and power.

Zearbings recalled that Al Anif, with his handsome face and dark muscular form, would easily entice young muslim women into “special” nighttime  meetings. Al Anif would convince these women, who were also students, to sneak out and meet him, in the dark of night at service tents outside Pinstech, allegedly to experience hashish. Al Anif, would add what amounted to a date rape drug to the water in the bongs the ladies smoked from. He would later sodomize them when they were too drugged to resist. Though Zearbings had thought it humorous at the time and in fact participated, he had decided to distance himself from Al Anif shortly after Al Anif’s arranged marriage took place. Apparently only a few months after their marriage,  Al Anif had cut his wife’s throat after she admitted to looking repeatedly at a single man who was their neighbor in hopes of finding someone who would treat her less cruelly.  Al Zearbings had decided that playing with fire was more danger than he wanted at that point in his life; but, now that was precisely what he was looking for!

The evening after the ICE meeting, Al Zearbings called his old friend Al Anif Malik (known as The Cruel King) and said, “Salam Alaikum, my dear friend! I have great news.”  Al Anif Malik responded, “Wa-Alaikum-Salaam, my dear friend!”

Al Zearbings continued, “With the blessings of Allah, I have conceived a plan for the final and rapid conquest of the Kafir nations and the establishment of our world Caliphate.  I met with our friends at ICE and they are all in agreement with my plans. What my strategy will be is, however, dependent upon you and I know I can count on you. You will receive my thoughts tomorrow morning by personal courier, who will announce his presence with the password we used in college. Then, we will meet to discuss its implementation at the end of this week. May Allah be with you.”   

Two days after the weekend meeting a newly inspired Al Anif Malik was making big plans and drooling at the thought of weeks of justifiable sexual exploitation of Greek women!  From terrorist training camps dispersed over several nations in the Mideast, twenty of the finest jihad recruits were selected and flown to Izmir, Turkey to train. Izmir was close enough to Greece to supply the needed Christian women upon whom his jihadists would train to develop proper mental discipline.  It was essential that they recognize the true inferiority of the kafir nation’s men, women and children and so be able to kill them without a second thought. Al Anif Malik was the most experienced man suited for this job. Al Anif had long ago learned how to pervert the words of the Holy Koran to his needs.  He knew well how to stoke the fires of bigotry and hatred. He also knew how to coerce even the best of Imams to his purpose after all he had learned how to take loving passionate young Islamic Men and turn them into violent, heartless martyrs. With this power in his heart there was nothing that could stop him! Perverting the Holy Koran to his evil needs never cost him a moment of sleep.

Al Anif Malik, known to many as the “father of jihadist training,” planned to select from the twenty recruits, four very exceptional men who would each kill millions of Christians easily without a second thought as part of Zearbings’ plan.  They had to be men who could be counted on 100 percent. They had to have no second thoughts ever!  This he knew would require the repeated exercise of the most exquisite cruelty on a daily basis for months at a time. It would, however, be a cruelty transformed into the sword of Allah’s justice in their minds.

Al Anif Malik knew from much past experience how to accomplish this. He had the new training procedure and facilities operable within two weeks time.  It was easy to teach a jihadist to think of a Christian or Jew as nothing more than an animal like a chicken. It was then easy to cut through their necks with a knife, for public TV, with no remorse and, in fact, great pride. After all, the Christians, Jews and other non-believers were kafir, far lower in spirituality than a chicken!

Each of his four future heroes would have to be able to kill millions with no second thoughts, this was a slightly bigger challenge than usual.  To do this he had, kidnapped over two hundred exceptionally sexy beautiful Christian women from Greece for his men to practice upon.  Izmir was close enough to Greece to provide as much a supply as they needed. The Greek islands of Sporades and Cyclades were in easy reach as was the mainland.

In the first evening the twenty students met with Al Anif Malik in a large tent centrally placed in the hastily renovated camp.  An attractive brown eyed twenty four year old female Greek college student had been tied fully naked to a sturdy bed center stage.  She had tape across her mouth to keep her silent, as terror was evident in her feverously darting large eyes.

Al Anif Malik explained that tonight he would teach his recruits how to attain true purity in Allah’s eyes by learning how to accept their coming blessings of the seventy two virgins.  In addition, they would learn the purification of the kafir by slow death and extended pain (his own interpretation of the prophet’s teaching). To reinforce his distortions of the prophet’s teachings he had cleverly selected quotes from the Koran.  In addition, to reinforce the truth of his teachings, there were planned daily lessons from his experienced and cooperative “Imams.”  His Imams were very cooperative since their families had been visited by Anif’s colleagues as a motivator for their cooperation. Al Anif also knew every verse of the Koran by heart and how to pervert it to his most violent needs.

With a look of fiery commitment on his face and a deep baritone voice, Al Anif, while waving the Koran in his right hand, nearly shouted to his recruits, “Islam teaches that Muslim men can take “captives of the right hand” (Koran 4:3, 4:24, 33:50). The Qur’an says: “O Prophet! Lo! We have made lawful unto thee thy wives unto whom thou hast paid their dowries, and those whom thy right hand possesseth of those whom Allah hath given thee as spoils of war.”  Rape of the kafir is therefore your right and your blessing as we are at war with all of the infidels!  

Al Anif continued, “On a daily basis, for your training, each of you will take turns selecting one woman and then the twenty of you will repeatedly rape her for one day and take any satisfaction from her that you desire.  Then to punish her for the wickedness of seduction and kafir being, you will  suspend her naked by a body harness tied to a rafter in a barn like structure for purification by the methods defined in my coming quote from the Koran. Tonight we will practice on this kafir Christian woman behind me and then every day for the next twelve months you will repeat this process until I can judge which four of you, due to your fervent excellence, will be chosen to bring the Caliphate to the Earth! This is an honor never before offered any man on Earth!  We now have the means to establish the Caliphate overnight with the blessing of your actions! Four of you will be Allah’s honored army of peace!”

To his speech there was thunderous replies in the unified shouting of “Allah Akbar” from his twenty gifted students!  

Al Anif then proceeded to untape the woman’s mouth, so she could scream, and with great enthusiasm raped her, in front of all his men. He then requested each in turn do the same in any manner they chose. Three hours later, he again asked his recruits to be seated.

Al Anif addressed them again and said, “Allah promises punishment of the kafir in the next life,“In the Koran, Al-Maeda Verse No:33, it states The only reward for those who war against Allah and His messengers and strive to commit mischief on the earth is that they will be slain or crucified, have their alternate hands and feet cut off, or be banished from the land. This will be their disgrace in this world, and a great torment shall be theirs in the next except those who repent before you overpower them. This is your divine responsibility. So we know that Allah is forgiving and merciful.”

Furthermore In the next life,  the Koran (22:19-22) promises –  “These twain (the believers and the disbelievers) are two opponents who contend concerning their Lord. But as for those who disbelieve, garments of fire will be cut out for them; boiling fluid will be poured down on their heads. Whereby that which is in their bellies, and their skins too, will be melted; And for them are hooked rods of iron. Whenever, in their anguish, they would go forth from thence they are driven back therein and (it is said unto them): Taste the doom of burning.”

“You will ask no questions of the training process but know in your hearts that it is Allah’s inspiration to all of us. The text of the Koran defines what you must become expert at doing, for in the next life you will be Allah’s servant even more than now!  Remember the kafir people, with their scanty dress and impure actions seek to seduce and corrupt our nation and they deny Allah! Their immodesty is clearly an affront to Allah. To purify them, you will now and every other day, after a day’s rape, perform that which I will teach you by demonstration.”  

As he spoke two men behind him had placed the now conscious young woman in a torso harness of chains and hoisted her by a pulley to be suspended in the air above where the bed had been. Again her eyes were filled with terror and her face stretched in an expression of anticipated suffering.  On her left was a vat of smoking waxy substance and a large ladle like object carved out of wood. On her right was a barrel of icy water and another ladle.

Each trainee was given a razor sharp scimitar like the one now held by Al Anif and asked to stand, and copy to the best of their creativity whatever Al Anif would soon perform. They were also told to be as careful as possible not to kill the woman as suffering was essential to her purification and to their service to Allah. Al Anif then laughed and explained how a carefully guided swing of the scimitar could remove any part of a body, no matter how strong the bone might be, and how hot wax could quickly seal the spot a limb had once occupied. He looked out upon the audience and asked, “Is there any question of what we will do next to honor Allah?”  A young man raised his hand and asked, “Mudarris, what shall we do with the icy water?”  Al Anif replied, use it to keep her conscious so that the suffering may be prolonged!”  Al Anif then walked up to the suspended women and swung his scimitar toward the toes of her left foot.

An hour later as he again regrouped his students in his tent’s teaching room, Al Anif explained that this would be a routine each day as he said,  “During this holy activity, you are tasked with reciting mentally or verbally, at all times,  Allah is great, Allah has created suffering for purification before death for even the most vile of humanity!  If the woman dies, you will then select another and continue. In this manner, one day will be a day of pleasure for you and the next one of purification for her. Every day until I choose you as fit for the ultimate service to the coming Caliphate, you will repeat this holy training task, with enthusiasm, and become expert at it.”

In Just six months Al Anif had his four heroes.  At a meeting with Zearbings, each bringer of the Caliphate was presented with a new micro version of the Bussardi fusion generator.  Each device was now reduced to what appeared to be a one and one half inch football, plated with gold, designed to be worn about the neck as a necklace. Each was also given a soft red ball, which illuminated with a nearly blinding red light upon compression. They were told that once compressed by hand to the point of illumination (which took a very strong grip), its release would trigger the thermonuclear weapon at their neck and destroy an entire city in less than a second.  They were to travel to New York, Los Angeles, London and Paris to await further instructions.  They clearly understood that they would be killing millions of kafir people in the name of Allah and they clearly had no hesitation, knowing what this would mean for their dream of the Caliphate!  

Suitable flights, hotels and passport papers had been arranged for them and they were to be ready for their role in the birth of the Caliphate, in just one week. They would keep in touch with Al Anif Malik by a micro receiver worn in the ear much like a hearing aid.

 

The required commands would be received at the appropriate time.

“The Carneeg” – A Novel ‘WE’ Are Writing!

Would you enjoy being part of the creation of a new novel? One that I believe will be a very book-419589_1280big success?  If  your answer is YES, then you are about to join me in its creation! Welcome!

In 2012, I began writing “The Carneeg (c)” based on a dare from a friend who said it could not be done after I explained the premise.  Over the last 5 years, I have had lots of interruptions as I sold my house, my practice and moved to Fl. Since it is 5/2017 and it is not completed that is clear.  Now all these challenges are gone and “The Carneeg” is 60 pages longer that it was in 2012, almost 200 pages total so far.

As I work on the Novel, I intend to keep you updated with what is happening.  What I hope will be the fun part is that you get to comment and offer suggestions and so be part of the insight into what writing an unusual Sci-Fi novel is all about.

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  • I will read  all suggestions, but not promise to follow any of them
  • How to share your thoughts: Comments may be added to the page, as almost all pages on this blog allow. You may also send me a private comment at JanrSsor (AT) Gmail.com 
  • I will not tell you the whole story as that would ruin it for you.
  • If I use your suggestion,  or follow anything anyone recommends in this process, you/they are not entitled to any financial compensation or credit. If you feel otherwise, don’t participate.
  • This is an experiment. If I find it less than productive, I may choose to terminate it.
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    Written By Janr Ssor  – Published By Janr Ssor

    Copyright 2017 by Janr Ssor and Dr Joseph A Ross, 15300 LakeWildflower Rd, DelRay Beach Fl 33434,  .All rights reserved.

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“Pouring out your dreams in a story”. Image manipulation and graphics created by Dr Joseph Ross using GIMP. Superb graphics courtesy of Pixabay.com

Here is the story concept:  In reality, Dale Carnegie wrote a book almost as widely read as The Bible.  It is called “How To Win Friends And Influence People.”   If we all followed his suggestions, this would likely be a near perfect world.  I told my best friend, Steve Ross  (a brother by another mother) that I was going to write a Sci-Fi book based on a world that actually followed many of his concepts (sort of) and was near perfect. The catch was it would not be Earth but it might be 🙂    He laughed and said, you cannot do that. No one will ever read it. Well never tell me you cannot do something!  That makes me want to prove it can be done since I don’t believe anything is impossible.

The growing story now involves several “Nations” that each are their own unique worlds. They are each so unique that they each require their own world building.  It is a very complex and exciting story.  The most fascinating part of its creation is making it possible!  Can I really create a near perfect world?  How different from us would it be? What challenges would they face in being part of our not so perfect universe?  What if you accidentally found yourself there how would you get back home and would you want to? How would a “paradise” come to be in a universe ruled by survival of the fittest?  Could it come about as a result of immense death and destruction?

Lots of these questions have been resolved in the first 200 pages.  Our heros are lost in this world because of an incredible evil that destroyed their world.  What if the evil could follow them here?

Welcome to the writing of “The Carneeg”  (c)  Copyright 5/20/2017  Janr Ssor publications and Dr Joseph A Ross, 15300 Lake Wildflower Drive, Delray Beach, Florida, 33484