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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Forty-Nine

Love and Unity

Alexander M Zoltai
Dedicated to
Audra Michelle Kee


When Sam’s parents died, he’d moved in with his grandfather.

Two more different males would be hard to find.

Grandfather let Sam do whatever he wanted when outside the home, since Sam was indeed a young adult; but, inside the home, Sam had to learn a few rules. The hardest one to follow was to not talk people down, which Grandfather called “backbiting”.

Today had witnessed one of their most intense discussions about this issue.

Grandfather: “How was your day, Sam?”

Sam: Not too bad, Gramps; but, Pete at work can’t do anything right. Sometimes I think he’s screwing up just to cause as much trouble as he can.”

G: “He can’t do Anything right?”

S: “Right, he’s as dumb as a brick.”

G: “Dumb as a brick…”

S: “Gramps, come on, you know what I mean—he’s always acting stupid.”

G: “Always?”

S: “Geez, why is it so damned hard to talk to you?”

G: Well, Sam, have you considered it may hurt me to hear you refer to another human as always stupid, not able to do anything right, and dumb as a brick?”

S: “Hurt You? I don’t get it…”

G: “You didn’t know my father…”

S: “Met him once, but sure didn’t know him…”

G: “He could seem to be the nicest man when out in public; but, at home, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from railing against all of humanity, one human at a time.

“The fact is, once they’d interacted with him a few times, folks could sense this in him,  even if they’d never experienced his behavior at home. Unless they had to associate with him because of business, they avoided spending more than a few minutes talking to him.

“I doubt most of those who shunned him knew why they suddenly needed to be somewhere else, because he could act like he was sweet as a buttercup.”

S: “Well, O.K…. so your dad did it all the time?”

G: “Yes, he even spewed hatred at businesses and organizations and the weather and God.”

S: “Well, I don’t do it All the time, do I?”

G: “No, Sam, but doing it at all harms you, deep in your soul—my father died an extremely lonely man…”

Grandfather promptly left the room and Sam fell into a trance of internal investigation…


Talks like this happened about once a month with various members of Grandpa’s extended family being introduced as the star offenders of moral etiquette.

Sam began to wonder how his grandfather had turned out to be so loving… He also began to wonder how Grandpa could still stand to be around him—put up with his behavior…


Over the next year Grandfather began to suffer more and more from his maladies of aging—Sam began to treasure his talks with him, wished they could last longer, happen more often…


Grandfather died…


Sam got married…


Sam struggled in his life—fought with himself to be internally moral until he finally attained love for and unity with all other humans…

This amazing transformation came in a rush, like a sudden payoff for all the gritty moral work over the years; and, it burst from his heart the moment he saw his daughter’s first child—a boy…


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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Forty-Eight

The Goal

Alexander M Zoltai


It seemed like a boundless Jungle; yet, he liked the coolness much better than the seemingly endless Desert he’d just been wandering in—he’d find a landmark and have it be a mirage, top a large sand dune and have it collapse under him.

Yes, he thought. He might get back on track somewhere in this Jungle…


Years later, he thought he saw a way out of the Jungle—a large Hill that rose above the creature-infested, dark and chill vegetative snarl…

He reached the top and saw a Trail leading yet further up—Is this my Path?—a Trail with large boulders and thousands of smaller rocks—Path with stumbles nearly every step—going up; but, toward his Goal?


Years later, he got to the top of the series of Foothills that, in turn, became a Mountain.  At this, he paused, wondering if the Journey was worth his time; but, time was not the issue, value was—was this time of Value?


Years later, after descending the other side of the Mountain, he reached a Shore…

Should he stop here, distill Water, eat Fruits from the fringe of Trees?

But, the Goal…

He almost couldn’t remember; then, a Storm broke loose and its ending brought a Rainbow…

His Goal… The Goal of Every Soul…  Just on the other side of that Sea………


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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Forty-Seven

Who Are We?

Alexander M Zoltai


The InterWorld News was issuing an Alert:

“Our HomeStar appears to be increasing its heat again. Palem residents, being nearest, are advised to make use of enclosures for the duration—Salur residents may move about freely. Stay tuned for a message from our Supreme Leader.”

Farl Mezil was readying his response to what he knew the Leader would be saying…

InterWorld News:

“Now a message from our Supreme Leader:

‘Residents of Palem and Salur—and, the explorers traveling to Mellun—I bring you my best wishes and caution you against spreading false reports relating to the cause of the heat waves and the massive precipitation storms. The Official Truth is that our Star is heating up temporarily again. As the Official Bureau of Environment has stated, our industrial and space activities have absolutely nothing to do with this phenomenon, believe me…”

Farl Mezil turned down the newscast and warmed up his own broadcast unit, paid for by so-called “renegade” scientists, those who knew the exact truth of the environmental fluctuations. Immediately after the Supreme Leader said, “May you stay safe and sane.”,  Farl began his speech, reaching all residents and space travelers in the System:

“My dear friends, I greet you, as well as the enemies I’ve made. We face another season of dangerous heat and precipitation due to the past collective behavior of leaders of government and business—dangerous environmental changes that they want you believe are caused by oscillations in the output of our HomeStar.

“This is in shameful contradiction to the science of dedicated individuals who the government calls ‘Renegades’. In order to hide their sins, the combined power of government and business are now attempting to silence this broadcast of mine—please consider how they can freely stop all your communications with each other, yet not stop me from speaking the truth—consider what this means about the power of the truth manifest by the ‘Renegades’ who constructed my broadcast unit.

“I must end this communication soon, to allow me to change my location so I won’t be silenced by the Government. Yet, I want to give you even more hope for eventual relief from the oppression of dishonest people.

“I’m able to relate to you the statements made to me by the Ruling Council of the Faith of Universal Awareness, to the effect that they wholeheartedly agree with the findings of our dearly loved ‘Renegades’; though, obviously their words of support for the scientific truths are all they’re able to offer, considering their moral commitment to staying far from direct involvement in political wranglings.

“So, we have powerful scientists and the most swiftly-spreading religion saying the Government and System-wide Businesses are directly threatening the safety, health, and well-being of all of us.

“I will speak to you again, if the powers of the Universe prevail over the idiocy of power-mongers. I leave you with the challenge to answer the critical question, ‘Who Are We?'”

Farl’s transmission ended, immediately replaced with:

“…attempting to contact…”

“Yes, I’m trying…”

“Oh, we’re back…”

Then, nothing but a deafening squeal.


The residents and explorers of the Star System eventually got the Message firmly fixed in their hearts and began to take billions of thoughtful and rationally guided actions…

Eventually, things changed—after four billion folks died and 80 percent of the planets’ surfaces were rendered uninhabitable…

One hundred years later, after stabilization of climate was achieved, there was a System-wide Celebration called, “We Are the Truth!”


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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Forty-Six


Alexander M Zoltai


It was no place; and, Margie was about to create it.

She entered the observation bubble on deck three, sat down across from Evangeline, and said:

“I’m going to no place.”


“Utopia—it means ‘no place’.”

“I thought it meant something like the ideal or best place…”

“Folks do use it to mean ideal, the word history says no place.”

“O.K., how ya gonna do it?”

“I’ve created a virtual reality game—wanna play it?”


They left the third deck of the spacecraft and meandered down a number of passageways till they arrived at the room with the super computers.

They signed for the computer named Everest and Margie told it to upload her game; while the cameras wired to the computer acquired their 3D imagery and built it into the program—their arm, hand, leg, foot, and head movements would trigger the movement of “avatars” in the game—there were finger gestures to fine-tune the avatar movements.

They were seeing through their avatars’ eyes and were completely immersed in a world of Margie’s design, inside a virtual spacecraft. Though, part of that design was a rational randomness—the game would never repeat itself…

After a bit of time to rehearse how to move, Margie’s avatar signaled Evangeline’s avatar to follow—they walked through a door of the virtual spacecraft and into a prep room for a journey outside—into virtual-space itself…


Three hours of real time later, Margie and Evangeline were experiencing a rest period that felt like it followed a full month of space travel—traveling toward a planetary system “relatively” nearby…

They reached the planet three virtual months later and both exclaimed about how wonderful these new and highly advanced personal spacesuit-craft were; then, they slowly entered the planet’s atmosphere and descended to the surface, landing exactly in the middle of a city square, a very large city square, perhaps a full acre, just over 43,000 square feet; but, then, the city itself was some 10,000 acres in size.

Evangeline looked around at the floating buildings and said: “I’ll never be able to describe this to anyone…”

Margie said: “No worries, everything we see will be stored for retrieval.”

“Great! Where should we go first?”

“Well, this city is called Utopia—the planet has the same name—this part of this galaxy is also called Utopia. What would you like to visit, Evangeline?”


“Yes, anything, Evangeline.”

“Umm… How about a place with deep jungle and animals that are completely safe?”

“Just click your heels and say, take me there…”

Evangeline clicked the heels of her spacesuit and screamed, “Take me there!”

Margie did not follow Evangeline…

Margie accelerated her spacesuit-craft up and out of the planet’s atmosphere and went back to the virtual-spacecraft, piloted that back to the place they began the journey; then, she told the computer that was running the simulation (after she issued it orders to replicate Evangeline’s form on the Real Life ship and assign her to an isolated lab used for exotic alien studies—No Entry Please...) she told the simulation computer to end the program.


Four months later, the very real spacecraft, the one with Margie in it, arrived at a planetary system the crew decided to name Utopia.

An expedition was suited up and dispatched to the planet’s surface—a surface that was completely jungle, no obvious signs of life…

Margie kept track of the expedition on her personal computer and knew it was absolutely impossible to find Evangeline on this real Utopia…


A week later the expedition returned to the spacecraft with Evangeline in tow (the replicated Evangeline in the alien studies lab immediately vanished)…

Margie was thunderstruck—she thought she’d gotten rid of Evangeline forever…

Evangeline sought her out and, finding her working on some computer code, she said: “Nice try.”

Margie looked up and blushed.

Evangeline continued with: “Can’t stand the heat, eh? Don’t like it that Tom likes me better?”

Margie sat staring—speechless…

Evangeline said: “No place…”

Margie: “Utopia…?”

Evangeline: “Your program worked flawlessly, by the way.”


“I clicked my heels, said, ‘Take me there.’; and, I was taken exactly to Utopia—No Place.”

Margie sat staring—still speechless…

“But, Margie, apparently, No Place doesn’t like to stay that way when folks in the real world visit it—they triggered something, I was suddenly in the jungle—I’d not missed a second of my own time, thought you’d written the best virtual reality program ever. I walked around a bit till I heard folks messaging me—looked at my wrist unit and saw the face of Tom—neither of us understood what was happening.”

Margie said: “Hmmm…”

Evangeline said: “Hmmm…?”

Tom entered the room and said: “What the hell is going on?”


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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Forty-Five

Who’s Your Guru?

Alexander M Zoltai


Adam was mind-blastingly excited—he’d been granted an audience with an up-and-coming Guru, potentially leading to a viral Internet article that would firmly establish him as Important.

He had to use every bit of his journalistic experience to corral his thoughts into the proper bounds—away from his potential fame and toward the job ahead…

Not many folks knew about the Guru, who insisted on being called Joe; but, certain sources Adam knew (sources he would richly reward) had claimed the guy was incredible…

Adam had learned that the man was of Vietnamese birth, from an incredibly wealthy family (which he’d disowned); and, his move to Scotland had happened along with his assumption of the name Joe.

Adam had lined-up a number of people who’d attended sessions with Joe to get their feelings and thoughts before he had his own audience, in what he’d learned was an extremely upscale hotel in Aberdeen.

The trip to Scotland from the United States was an exercise in calming down—getting back to the journalistic roots Adam had acquired over the last twenty years.

His slow climb to the top seemed as if it was about to get a huge boost…


Once in Aberdeen, he interviewed the folks who’d met with Joe.

Basically, they all agreed that Joe was “Phenomenal”, “Amazing”, “Incredible”, and, most important to Adam, “Accurate”.

He’d asked them all what exactly “accurate” meant and he got variations on the theme, “told me exactly what I needed to hear.”

Adam was sure Joe had researched him, too—made sure the journalist selected for the audience would give him the best boost in his own guru-like endeavors; but, Adam felt strongly that he had to cover the story, find the truth, and avoid being a patsy for a greedy guru…


The audience happened on a rainy day in the posh rooms Joe was staying in, undoubtedly due to the proceeds from his followers, since he’d disowned his wealthy family.

Adam was in process of admiring the highly polished wood and the finely textured wall covering along with the stunning chandelier when Joe appeared in the doorway, paused, then walked over and sat down opposite Adam (with no handshake…)—his very ordinary clothing was striking in contradiction of Adam’s expectations—sweatshirt, jeans, and running shoes.

Joe spoke: “Welcome and please forgive me for making you wait—there were folks to attend to.”

Adam detected a slight accent but knew that most people would think the man was an American.

Joe continued with: “Will you have some refreshment?”

“Ah, no, thanks; would love to get down to work.”

“As you wish—your questions?”

“What makes you qualified as a guru?”

“Me? A guru?”

“This is what everyone I’ve spoken with calls you…”

“Hmmm… I suppose it’s an understandable mistake since what I tell them seems to help them so much…”

“What would you call yourself?”

“I’m a free-lance counsellor who only asks people to pay me when they feel my advice is worth something. It pays the bills and lets me help others.”

“I assume this place is paid for out of what your followers give you?”

“This residence is a gift from one of the people I advise.”

“You must have given them some extremely valuable advice.”

“They do feel that way…”

“So, Joe, may I ask for a bit of advice and pay for it with my article for the online newspapers?”

“As long as you only have it published because you feel it’s helped you.”

Adam turned on his mini-recorder, then said: “O.K., tell me what I should write about.”

Joe looked mildly surprised, smiled slightly, and replied:

“Hearts and minds are being ripped to shreds by various cultural and intellectual fads. This is very sad and should be countered.

“Also, civilization is good as long as it’s not so confusedly guided by conflicting demands.  All seem to agree that humans are fated to be consumers, yet all want to cater to those pitiful consumers in ways that war with all the other caterers.

“I would also add that the true nature of humans is not what pertains to their bodies—people are important for what they do with their spirits—spirits that are beyond dollars, sex, and nationality.

“Finally, it is important to realize that all forms of prejudice are due to ignorance of the most important facts.”

Joe rang a small bell that was sitting on the table next to his seat.

Adam was trying to gather his wits.

A young man entered with a tray bearing coffee and tea pots, a water canister, and cups and glasses which he placed on the low table between Joe and Adam.

Adam poured some tea then said:

“These are all seemingly fine ideas… You expect me to take them to the papers, have them publish these thoughts?”

“Adam, you asked me to tell you what to write about. Would you now like me to tell you why you should write about those ideas?”


“First, because real knowledge should not be hoarded by the few at the expense of the many.

“Second, because real knowledge is only obtained when the physical and the spiritual realms are consulted—science and religion should get together and start agreeing on what humanity needs.

“Third, whether a person’s explorations of truth are spiritually or materially inclined, they need to cleave to justice so that superstition is banished.

“Finally, when both sides of the human-argument are engaged in proper determinations of truth, unity will be attained.”

Joe reached for the coffee pot, poured a cup, sat back, closed his eyes, and sipped the coffee…

Adam watched—thought—watched…

Joe opened his eyes and said, “Anything else?”

“Please… tell me how I can let people know these things…”

“If you perform your work as a true service to humanity, it will be as if you’re praying. This will aid you in the telling.

“Also, consider that the people you’re talking to are all human—they truly only differ in skin color and other very bodily-determined factors—the rest of the differences are from the atmosphere of their upbringing—take these as the forms and colors and fragrances of various plants in one human garden.

“Do, also, be aware that, just as one human body must have its component parts all functioning in unity to maintain health, just so does the human family need unity of its various groups and peoples. Do never forget that you deal with people who have caught dangerous maladies from the illness of their all-inclusive Family.

“Finally, realize that you, alone, cannot deliver this message to humanity, no matter how many Internet outlets you include with your efforts. You must deliver your message to the people you feel will most resonate with it. Then, leave it up to them to carry it forward. Certainly, you can stay in touch with whoever carries the message forward; but, realize all are responsible and all must learn from all.”

Joe gave Adam a lovely smile and said, “It’s good you’ve recorded what I’ve said. Do go and study it.”

Adam smiled back at Joe and said, “I know why people flock to you, Joe. You have an amazing depth of knowledge and you know how to read people.”

“Dear, Adam, what I told you was not from reading you in any way, unless it was my unconscious doing the reading; and, the knowledge I’ve given you is not mine. It’s all borrowed from a man named Abbas Effendi; and, his wisdom was from his Father. I fear I’m using this knowledge improperly by accepting money from people; it does trouble me and I very well may stop accepting the donations… So, do realize, Adam, that all I’ve told you is as important for me to do and share as it is important for you—we are comrades now in the effort to heal humanity of its dire illness…”


Adam returned home, locked himself in his apartment with enough supplies for a few months, and began his preparations to complete the toughest journalistic assignment he’d ever had…


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