The Oracle Mysterious Ninian Ulysses Bond Opening Quote “The Migrating headaches that threaten to tear your ethereal body apart will guide you” The day that changed everything Harry was entering and exiting his apartment mentally as he had done physically day after day for the past relevant time period. Today though he posed the question in all seriousness, "What might happen if our routines were fun instead of routine?" Prompted by Neo to do the counter phobic act he abandoned all hesitation long enough to sail through the air and crumple in time for a formulaic somersault the likes of which all students of somersaults might salute. Somersaulting alone counts for little. Doing it on the way to a dead end job counted more. At the age of eighteen Harry breathed the first real breath in his adult life. So began the matinee film at the Carmike 6 palladium. It wasn't the first time that Ian Bond had made the trek into audiences hearts and minds. Rather, Ninian, Ian's full name sought the screen potential of a dozen different versions, instances of the same film. The central problem did not lie in achieving market share, instead Ian's aspirations lie closer to the heart of any loving parent. You see Ian's original production value lie not with entertainment for the sake of entertainment, instead a film version first released, now no more thanks to the parallel universe police agency assigned to the task, stirred up real emotion, enflamed actual devotion, inspired literal commotion. The film in question provided the sought after impetus that brought the american empire to it's knees. In fact that films opening scene showed a city reduced to rubble, while a narrator voiced over a fit double entendre, "And this is what happens, when the means of production are no longer in the hands of the people and nobody cares." The shot zoomed closer allowing our audience purchase in viewing a crevasse negating all preconception of destruction since our hero, unrevealed as yet, found a way for life to thrive. Our perspective emerges as told by an investigative reporter on the ground. While we travel to honey combs of life within a burdened world the case is made to the audience where true inspiration comes from relationships. For now this is all that the distinctly unnamed agency allows me to report to you. Lest we reveal a more complete picture, fear not, the movie in it's original form will never see the light of day in our world. The chaos created in the parallel reality stopped all that from ever repeating again. Suffice to say that our original picture revealed all of the palate of human emotion. A life without fear, acceptance grasped through understanding oneself. Fortunately, our protagonist slowly found himself diverted into increasingly fragmented realms until the final splinter created a world which will never see the horror that is humanity unrestrained. This alternately is the real account of a humble indy film in which Ian sought to remake the mistakes of his craven youth into something redeemable, respectable, and right. That day upon exiting the theater the contact cats were treated to the latest incarnation of Ian's dream made whole. Learning the basics of life lessons not taught to him at St. martins elementary school. Sure the kids bullied him, but we all know that leads the meek only towards self realization. Pondering life made Ian right with the world even if it set him on a road leading to chapel perilous itself. Mike and Tyler were watching that day in the theater, learning all that you and I have learned thus far, concluding afterward that a life lived without creative outlets, without real relationships with oneself and with others, with twenty percent of the world's population consuming eighty percent of the world's resources kind of made sense. While those doing the consuming largely built offices and homes, shuttling back and forth to shuffle paperwork that had no end. When we say that Ian saw office buildings as good for only one thing, leaping out of, it has little appeal for those morose. Rather Ian knew that adrenaline could form new memories, while near death experiences promoted bonding, add in a little exercise to create neural growth and a well rounded, loving community stood the test. And make no mistake about it we are here presented on earth with a dilemma. How to live such that if all the other people on earth also lived the same, we would find ourselves secure and happy. Well Ian learned quickly that the key is to live in a way that we are not harming ourselves, each other, or the earth. Since it was late 1999 when Ian heard of overpopulation, overconsumption, global warning, and the first mass shooting. The inspiration for Harry's triumph came through a meditative appeal for such guidance. Seeking a proxy by divine intervention to be a surrogate and vehicle for said walk. Getting the inspiration for a change of agency followed the lines of instinctual faculty. Taking the leap of good faith, that we leave up to Harry and others like him. Following a spirit guide, might offend the nonsecular and that's okay, who is to say anyone actually knows what god's holy spirit demands. Quieting the fear and listening for inklings falls in harmony with all sacrificial propaganda, though we may get some funny feelings, let those with no sense of humor opt out. Now of course I am walking right on the precipice of allowing too much unfiltered truth into the narrative. But hey ho I know too little now anyway, since the men in white witches robes, I mean white coats took the scalpel to the head. As Don Henly says, "Can we film the operation, is the head dead yet? The boys in the newsroom got a running bet. get the widow on the set." and later, "You do really need to find out what is going on. You do no really want to know just how far it's gone. Just leave well enough alone." Well this is his highnesses own dirty laundry. You see, I may be writing under a pen name, but I myself took the fool for the loot, I read the original screenplay, and I followed the rabbit all the way down the rabbit hole. They killed me and the widow is left with the body. The head is dead now, and she left me with the water running. You see she was the only one capable of shutting off the electricity. She even had a dream about leaving the water running in the kitchen and her grandfather had to tell her to shut it off. Well here is a hint. Ian and I might be the same person. Though you will never know the true name of the author of this novel. you and I are potentially one and the same as well. All I know is that Ian's memories and mine are one and the same now. In the meantime let's cover the ground, as we know it, leading Ian through the pages of his own misery, martyrdom, and triumph. Here is the book that Ian' wrote before all the knowledge was lost. It is the book read by me, prior to learning to remember the life of Ian inside of me. It is broken and misused, jumbled and disordered, however it is all we have. Insert unedited book Clarification to the editor, Ian's first break on the mountain, lead to a time where he passionately attempted to lead anyone who would listen all the way home. Tempting them to hear the call of authenticity within themselves, rolling around when compelled, allowing others to witness the real deal. The streak was broken as the psyche is broken in the hospital of Laurelwood, condemned by the man, Dr. Goolsby who said he would be free to leave, if only he chose to resist speaking one last word of heavenly humor. And herein lies our words of awakening, for it is the one true departure from trans dimensional suffrage. Ian, knowing that the most obvious form of self denial lie in wearing clothes, thought hence that the skin ought to gain amperage as an antenna when all skin and hair were exposed. And in departing the good Doctor Goolsby, Ian through out there why not let me stay, as long as one might do so sans clothing. The good doctor flip flopped and led the prisoner to the gallows. Upon healing from all that, getting manhandled and strapped down to the injections with who knows what, Ian slowly worked his way home once more, this time in search of a more heavenly union. Allowing himself to feel and speak on feelings of all kinds in the presence with whom he felt them. That journey led to union with a higher intelligence. Traveling to disparate parts of the country and living free of societies rules kept him going until meeting dopplegangers first with a girlfriend and then with a guy friend, knowing he would rather understand the souls progress alone he branched off twice more, in search of the true light. Finding that light, in the least likely of places, lenox mall food court, started Ian on a journey that spanned across the nation. Posing the questions, " I can't stand living knowing that my best days are behind me, I would rather die young and not live wasting away sorry, though I guess not sorry enough I know we might not see each other in the afterlife.