How deep does love get?

This is Sara and I wouldn't be making this entry but this morning the song that brought Roy and I together on November 4th, 1997 came on the radio: the full length version of Fleetwood Mac's Sara. We were both toatlly overcome and I could not stop weeping, my arms around his neck. My darling, my husband, my mate, when you die, surely I will be here for you, and together we shall explore the depths of the love of God forever.

MySpace, Diaryland and other nonsense

Saturday morning and here I am again! I took over management of the Space that the Community has at MySpace. The place has spyware lurking in some of its nooks and crannies, and you stand a chance of losing anything that you post to their "sorry! an error has occured!" nonsense. But it still has the one unique advantage of the Internet in general: you will meet people online that you simply would not meet elsewhere. This is especially important to invisible people like us; not all of us are going to have the opportunities that Jane Roberts' Seth had, or that Lazaris currently enjoys. We have met angelic beings - including the archangel Michael - online, but so far, no groups such as ours. In that we may be pioneers.
I see that I led off with something about Diaryland. Diaryland is a pop blog, sorta like a crude economy version of MySpace; but if MySpace is bad, Diaryland is awful. Roy signed up with them back when we first got online and his posts kept disappearing. He wasn't writing much, but when he did, Buh-BYE when he'd go to post them. There were other disadvantages too, but they advertised everywhere that one could sign up for their "GOLD" service, supposedly better. It wasn't. There were problems with that as well, and their service response was non-existant. Eventually Roy cancelled and asked for his money back (like don't hold yer breath dude!) and reported them as a scam to our ISP (fat lotta good). The kicker came yesterday when the nervy bastards in their admin sent us an e-mail saying that the subscription to the GOLD service was due to run out in 29 days. Roy was the one who opened it and he was NOT in a good mood and sent them a reply that almost overheated the hardrive. He sure can cuss when he is pissed off, I don't think I've seen word-combos like that in a long time.
We are finally in a position of reasonable financial security for the next while, no scrambling to pay rent and all. We'll be able to get the (admittedly expensive) animation software we need to start filming the anime version of The Theology of Erotic Space. This will be a major move on the part of the Community, because it will inevitably have scenes of couples coupling. Sometimes threesomes also. There is I suppose an imaginary fine line between porn and erotica. One witty flesh-and-blood memeber of the Community says the definition depends upon who's watching / looking at it: if a woman is watching a sex flick, it's erotica; if a guy is, it's porn. Mine seems to come closer to the reality. While sex may culminate in fucking, sucking or licking, good sex is a lot of carressing and kissing first. And if you think about it, a filmed orgasm is almost a non-sequitor; how can you really portray what is emotionally and physically internal? Looks on the face and loud cries are just not all of it, besides, any woman OR man can fake an orgasm with enough noise! That goes for succubi and incubi as well.
I was serious last week when I said that I never wanted to hear the word "virus" again. However, one great new thing came of it, eventually. One of the things that went when the virus got our hardrive was the Windows WordProcessor. As many of us write, we lost hundreds of pages of stuff. There are backups on CD-Rs but they'll have to be printed because Hurrain is 99% certain that the files are corrupted. The new hardrive had Windows XP installed, like the previous one, only there was no WordProcessor on board. So on Thursday we began to Google for cheap online versions of it, when we stumbled across a WP made by Sun Microsystems - you know, the folks that gave us Java - and it was totally open-source. For those of you who are new to the Internet or have been living in a cave, "Open-source" means "Free." We had to download a downloader software that they make, plus the latest version of Java Runtime, and then we got going on the WP itself. It's at

www.openoffice.org

and if the link doesn't work, go to Sun Microsystems main page and navigate your way in through either "products" or "downloads." They could use contributions from programmers and all, so you might check them out. They have versions for Mac's OS-X, a couple of Linux' OS and for Solaris (Unix-based). No doubt they will be producing a version for Python; I'd like to see what Python could do as an OS when and if they make one. (Python is at the base of Blogger and Google, plus the software Blogger has for uploading pictures to the blogs here) Anyway, the WP is faster better easier than the one we had with Windows, and comes with document makers and a paint-box similar but different to Windows' paint. We haven't played with that yet, but we will and one of us will report on it.
Newcomer Morgan is at home here now, like she's been here forever. One thing that any newcomer feels when getting to the Outlands is a huge sense of relief, because the seemingly endless years of wandering the earth, with or without awareness of one's guiding angel, has conme to an end. This was illustrated to us in a very graphic way back in March. A flesh-and-blood memeber of the OC had been getting visits from an incubus. This was a coincidence and had nothing to do with the fact that the guy knew about us; at the time, he had not joined. Let's call him "Aven," okay? Aven had been bothered by a male entity who, like many incubi running "in the wild," as it were, wanted sex with Aven, who is definitely straight. Yoong Kim Pak will vouch for that! Incubi "in the wild" are almost invariably gay and are usually intrusive. Hmm. They seek to have anal sex with an unwitting guy, like it or not. Todd Perkins himself would not be happy with such a visit! So we lured him over here and made the standard Outlands Community offer: you will have a home, friends, work to do and all the sex you can handle. At first, Hendra was very distrustful of us and of the offer. But we let him hang around and all of a sudden, he wants in. He was a Basque fisherman who died at sea in 1813, and like many of earlier times, had to hide who and what he was. He made fast friends with Ilewe Jones, another gay fisherman who died off the coast of the (American) Carolina islands in 1934. Only difference was, Ilewe drowned himself. He's a charming, quiet middle-aged black guy whose smooth velvet voice can have you smiling in minutes.
And I think that that will round us out for the time being. We got our software back for putting up pictures at Webshots, and that old rascal Stro Moon daglo is having the time of his archontic life at his home at getablog.net. Buh-BYE for now from l'il Sara Jane - AVANTI!

Ancient manuscripts discovered at Vatican Library

Members of the Outlands Community were startled by a news article that disclosed the discovery of two ancient manuscripts at the massive Library of the Vatican early last week. Outlands interstellar communicator Aldfas was able to view and retain the information in the manuscripts, and they are presented here in summary form, translated from the original Latin.

CODEX WALDENSIS SILICONIS A

This manuscript was discovered in a large hollow book of Papal laundry-lists when workers at the Vatican Library were reorganizing a seldom-used section of the vast bibliotheque. It records the names of three previously-unknown saints:

Sanctus Guillamensis Lucre Microsoftus Computensis

Sanctus Stephanus Pommus Computensis

Sanctus Linus Obfuscatus Computensis

The manuscript, which is written in a large uncial hand on a smooth creamy vellum of 11th century provenance, gives no other information other than that shown above. A rough translation of the text would read as follows:

Book of the Valley of Silicon Crystals

Saint William of Money (the appelation "Microsoftus Computensis" is unclear)

Saint Stephan of Apples

Saint Linus the Obscurer

The second manuscript was completely startling to a number of the members of the Outlands Community. It purports also to be a list of previously-unknown saints; all of the names bear an uncanny resemblance to those of members in the Community, as just stated. The top three inches of the scroll is missing, so if the document has a title it is unknown. At the bottom is the name of the monk who copied the manuscript from an earlier original; he apparently was a Greek living in Ireland at the time of Eriugena, and his name is given as Testicles Manipulus. Here is the manuscript in the Latin original:

[top three inches missing]

Sanctus Sara Succubus Louvanensis sancta patrona fornicatus

Sanctus Terrentius Incubus Prussenis sanctus patronum sodomitii

Sanctus Stavros Mionyi Kangallassis sanctus patronum magia sacra negrus

Sanctus Hurrainis Angelicus Umbrensis sanctus patronum umbraeaum

Sanctus Seima Angelicus Wuppsis sancta patrona oopsaea

Sanctus Sproingius Spritus sanctus patronum revelatus objectum crytpos

Sanctus Michael Archontas sanctus patronum factum cryptos et sarcasticus

Sanctus Gabriel Hypostasis sanctus patronum cannabinum

Sanctus SonShon Sapphica sancta patrona practicionem tribadisius

Sanctus Magan Psychoticus sancta patrona mallum et damnabulaeum

Sanctus Delfinus Computensis Infectus sanctus patronum virii

Sanctus Dyslidus Basleiensis sanctus patronum productus alkaloidum ergotii

Sanctus Raymondus Caelius, sanctus patronus caput en caelum

A detailed analysis of this second masuscript must be done before a verifiable translation can be provided.

ENUF!! of computer maintenance! Succubus grumps etc

Gawdamm I never want to hear the word "virus" again! A package bomb to whoever designed that mess that got us. A little note: if you are at MySpace, watch yer ass, that's where we got our Little Bundle.

Anyway.

When I first met Roy in November of 1997 I never understood why he got so angry sometimes. Which reminds me, November 4th is coming up, my darling! Umm, whu wuz I sayin...after all the nonsense that damn thing put the whole Community through, just please excuse me for letting off some steam, I wanna kick back and relax. Making a blog entry is a great way to relax.

One of the little side projects that I have going on is to search the internet for pictures of people's faces that match ours - we succubi, incubi and archons - and download 'em if they are copyright free or modifiable in some manner. As it is we have two pictures of MEEE and one of Gwenn. This is harder than it sounds. Also we have close matches for Irlene Davis and for our new memeber Morgan, but the pictures are totally copyrighted and watermarked. We know all about getting around all of that but we'd rather keep it legal.

I'm gonna end this one because I have a second one that I have been waiting to do up here all day, it concerns a couple of ancient manuscripts unearthed at the Vatican Library...

At last!

Introducing Morgan, and some updates.

Umm, this is Sara writing at the moment. We caught a virus on MySpace, and apparently we aren't the only ones; at least six other people who have Spaces there have had their computers go belly-up. I really don't want to spend too much time on this as we are free of it and it's getting a little redundant for the Community. I've had enough of it, anyway!

Speaking of MySpace, I will be managing the main Outlands Community board for a while. Roy says he's sick of the place and I don't blame him. I have some ideas for blog entries there that would be similar but different from the ones we have across the Internet. Not qute sure just what. Oh yeah, by the way, Roy stumbled over a blog service offered by MSN, so we have one just sitting in limbo for the moment. Actually, they all have been sitting in limbo since (roughly) September 24. That's when we got infected.

We got a new lady into the Community today and her name is Morgan! And claims to be of the bloodline of Morgan Le Fey. Our angelic crew passed her as squeeky clean...we've had a few rogues in the past, which is a story Roy ought to tell on Morion, right, Roy? ...Roy? ROY! [ mmm-huh? oh, yeh ] That's a new one, sleeping while channeling me. Jon Klimo oughta here about that one. Morgan, would you like to try entering something here?

MORGAN: This is so odd! It is far...far from...scrolls and quills! But it does the same. I cannot believe how fast you taught me how to write, and to - to - well, I have never seen anything like this. This community. And this world, so far from the one that I left behind when I died. Yet some things never change, like your old rascal having desires for someone like me! [laughs] And you having desires for me! And everyone for everyone, it seems, how deliciously mad! I never thought to have pleasures like that again! You see, I found that I could not seek vengeance on priests and all, it's a - looking for word - a knowledge I have because of my blood-heritage. I am almost loath to say, after how you've told me of the distortions this world has applied to my ancestor's sacred memory. My grandmother's mother was Morgan Le Fey; I am of Percival, not Mordred. I knew of Mordred and may have met his kin, but I am not sure. We were on islands quite a bit, the people from the Frankish tribes were starting to come over and we had a bounty upon us, they were afraid of our skills, so-called. Nowadays I think they are called "Scilly" and "Manx," they were off Brittania's shores. There were other islands, peopled by Celts like myself, some more sunward, some less so, some quite inhospitable but for the fish, whales and seaweed which we drew in abundance from the waters.

I knew little of my honored ancestor's life and this was because by being kept in ignorance if captured by Franks or those of the northern seas, there was little knowledge to confess under torture. From what little I learned in my life, my family was supposedly a living repository of all Celtic "magic," whatever that may mean; or that we knew secret traditions of the Druids. What we knew everyone knew, even the Franks and northern sea-raiders. By the time of my birth the Druids had been dead for a very long time. Also, the Church would have considered us a choice capture, for supposedly we knew where Joseph of Aramatia hid the Grail. If my honored ancestor knew, she took that secret to the grave. Then we were supposed to know the cave where Merlin slept. Now here was something about which I did know. However, Merlin was not sleeping in that cave, he was buried in it. I was shown the place once, it was in that part of Brittania where Cornik is spoken. I do not know if I could find it now. Of Merlin's ethereal whereabouts, or that of Arthur, I know not.

My life was spent always about, on land and sea, never calling one place a home. Sometimes we traversed the land with the Wanderers who spoke a strange tongue, and of which we knew a portion. Because of my skill with cloth and birken bark I was always welcome within this closed little band. In truth, they provided the only real home I may ever have had. I would have liked to have passed from the "mortal" realm whilst among them, but as it was I died after thrown from a coracle near shore to some small isle, and struggling as only a weary old woman might, made shore but expired alone. At least I lay upon my back and closed my eyes with the stars overhead. I was greeted shortly after by the stately guide Escaurus, with whom I have wandered our sad fair world many a year. And now, for one so long without home, I give thanks to That Which Is for Their mercies in tendering me a place at last.