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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Seventy-Six


This World Is Way Bigger Than I’d Ever Imagined

by
Alexander M Zoltai

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My name’s Mary and I’m gonna try to tell a story…

I was born an only child—don’t think my folks planned that—it just happened.

Like everybody, I was totally self-centered for my earliest years; but, also for all the time up to my twentieth year, ‘cause my folks fought a lot, and Dad left, and Mom put me up for adoption…

So, at twenty, I fell in love and my cramped world expanded to include John…

Then, we had Suzie and my world became much larger ‘cause I watched my daughter’s world unfold right in front of me—I was two worlds wide, with an extra world barely orbiting around—eventually, John left, too…

Of course, Suzie grew up and went and got married herself—still two worlds; but, kind of like far apart in space…

Suzie became a bit more distant as her family grew—can’t blame her ‘cause her husband was an international lawyer and they were always moving around and always having babies…

Every year or so, they’d visit and my world would be very wide again with the planets Suzie and Ronald and all the grandchildren moons…

But, there was something about all those letters and pictures from Suzie as they went all over the world—I could sort of expand my world to include little pockets of other people’s worlds…

Plus, Ronald being such an intelligent man and Suzie living so close with him, her letters started having bigger words—I looked them all up on-line—started thinking in new ways—made my world even wider…

Then, around 2021, Suzie said she’d become a member of an International Faith…

I’ve never been all that spiritual, unless you can count the love I feel for so many other souls; but, there was one Principle of Suzie’s new Faith that knocked me flat and picked me up and filled me with, well, I guess I’d have to say, Spirit…

That spiritual Principle was the Oneness of Humanity…

Something about it crawled into every hour of my day—it showed itself as I watched the News—it lingered near as I chatted with neighbors—it even made Suzie and Ronald and the kids seem to be orbiting closer no matter where they happened to be…

The Oneness of Humanity…

Oneness in Space and Time—no Real separation, of Time or Space—linked into a single Family…

Still, some of my World-Expanding Family, well lots of them, are still blind to our Oneness…

Did I mention Ronald is exceedingly Rich?

So, I guess this is the final little chapter of my little story:

Suzie convinced Ronald to fund a Round the World, rest of my life, Trip…

With a few beautiful little strings attached:

— Only spend a year in each country, until you’ve visited at least five other countries.

— Make sure you tell as many folks as possible about how they belong to this Huge Human Family.

— Be sure to Schedule a few months between countries to visit with Suzie, Ronald, all those amazing Grandchildren Moons :-)

I really recommend that all of you meditate on this Deep and Wide Spiritual Principle:

The Oneness of Humanity…

Then you, too, can say: “This World Is Way Bigger Than I’d Ever Imagined”.

 

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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Seventy-Five


At What Price?

by
Alexander M Zoltai

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It began in 2018—my investigation into computers and phones as a health risk.

I began tracking the activities of  a boy in India, where the informal recycling trade was expanding at the exorbitant rate of 25% per year.

“Informal” just means not done by the companies who made the computers and phones—instead, done by children as young as Labdha, just eight years old.

At that age he was only carrying the electronic junk from the seashore to his father’s shack, so his exposure to the toxic chemicals and metals was what some might call “minimal”.

By the time he was ten, the electronics manufacturers had, sickeningly and “naturally”, increased the dumping of their waste on the Indian shore, and other shores around the world—all official parties complicit in the crime.

Also by ten, Labdha had graduated to working in his father’s shack—stripping out components and treating them with toxic chemicals to separate the rare metals from the substrates—chemically peeling off the money-making substances—incurring grave harm to his body…

The harm hid for a few years while Labdha prepared to replace his father as owner of their contaminated business, because his father was near a very young death.

I must pull back from my tale to indicate the innocence of Labdha and the guilt of local, regional, national, and international officials and companies—Labdha, and those like him, were just attempting to make a meager living—the officials and companies were making a killing, monetarily and literally…

I must also indicate the relative “innocence” of the consumers of electronic goods, many of whom consume more than they truly “need”, unless need is defined widely to include mindless games, activities, and conversations…

If the manufacturers of the computers and phones would just recycle the junk their creations become—creations built to be replaced for the next, newer, better device—if they would just do it themselves, at their own cost, in ways much safer; but, hey, we’re talking about profit here—to hell with people and the earth…

And, those over-consumers—they’re just trying to numb their existence so they don’t notice the slow death machine created by all the other corporations that ignore humanity and worship profit.

So, Labdha and other youth like him continued to create toxic environments in their little workplaces—shops that were proliferating to meet the glut of wasted bounty delivered as trash to their countries.

The little toxic hotspots spread their deadliness because of the good graces of Earth’s water cycle—eventually spreading death sentences to the countries where the massive global electronic firms lived…

In 2032, Labdha was twenty-three and teetering on the edge of life.

He wasn’t aware that moves were being made to enforce a proposal of one of the smaller electronics firms, which publicly admitted the harm the big companies were unleashing on the Earth; naturally, in league with the other companies raping the Earth in many other ways…

A few other upstart companies teamed up with the first brave folks and made a Real Issue of the whole mess, which brought an army of activists up out of their exhaustion and enlivened a movement that, eventually, created the political will to alter the full cycle of life of the most used tools on the planet—computers and phones—to make them the little, artificially intelligent friends of Earth.

Naturally… Labdha and thousands of his peers were long dead…

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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Seventy-Four


Recreating Life

by
Alexander M Zoltai

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It all began in Australia…

Well, “It” began in the U.S. state of Florida at the Cape Canaveral space complex—”It” being human space flight.

The It that began in Australia was the Recreating called Terraforming. It was a trial-run for the real thing on Mars—bring lush forests and grain-growing soils to the huge central deserts of Australia…

It’s not like there wasn’t Life already in Australia’s deserts—the acacia, gum, and eucalyptus trees—shrubs, vines, fuchsia, and ferns—the hopping mouse, mastiff bat, short-beaked echidna, mulga parrot, singing honeyeater, kestrel, and the pygmy monitor lizard.

But, all that Life was neatly adapted to very dry conditions…

70 per cent of the Australian continent was receiving less than 20 inches of rain annually, which classed it as arid—first task, get special grasses growing to increase the ambient humidity—which succeeded in one way (altering Australia’s desert); but, failed because it caused eco-changes in neighboring Indonesia (due to the South-East trade winds)—that, in turn, causing more eco-changes, like a planet-hopping scourge.

Of course, the planet’s eco-system had been rendered quite unstable before the Australian experiment began…

While the Earth faced its greatest environmental crisis, the Aborigines in Australia brought stability, over time, to the deserts, through their own methods of land management. This helped the rest of the world to regain a bit of climatological equilibrium…

The other development of the Aborigines’ planet-saving expertise was the invitation, many years later, to be the prime terraformers for Mars…

To watch those noble folk board the first shuttle to the MarsExpress in orbit—to watch them, through the on-board cameras, acclimate to zero G and adapt to space flight—to follow along and see them reach the Red Planet, land in their own shuttle near the previously landed survival huts and special vehicles…

To know that members of one of the oldest groups of our human family were risking it all to terraform and live on another world…

It took many decades; but, the efforts of this formerly oppressed  people gave humanity another planet to call home…

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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Seventy-Three


Unity

by
Alexander M Zoltai

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She was The Witness—she was objective—yet, in spite of years of experience, she was still quite nervous…

She’d just arrived by shuttle (by order of the World Leader) from Lafri Pertru and was ushered into an inquiry (suggested by the World Leader) with a man claiming he was the longed-for Divine Messenger who would fulfill the prophecies of all other religions.

She could make no comments, ask no questions—The Witness only witnessed…

But, she was acutely aware of the significance of the religious leaders’ questions and comments:

Skiron Blret—“As the Prime Priest of the Naidiest religion, I ask how you could possibly be a Prophet—our Skalit Pondreker was the last Prophet.”

Mentre Veokre—“For the love of Belru, how can you make such claims?

Burint Senk—“I demand a miracle to prove what you claim…”

Luu Frdi—“Speaking for the Consolidated Brethren of the Order of Holy Worshipers, I find you to be a mere man, of no consequence… I have no questions.”

The comments continued—round after round; and, the religious leaders began attacking each other…

She sat through these embarrassing proceedings, listening to these men acting so pompous and proud and wondered what the Claimant was thinking…

The Claimant spoke at that moment:

“I am the One all your Scriptures speak of—I am the Promised One, come to unite all religions, all peoples, all territories—I am willing to meet with each of you singly; however, this gathering is not appropriate for seeking the Truth—your disputes and pride do you no justice…”

She stopped being nervous—started being extremely curious—wondered at this Person who was more spiritual that all the others combined…

She wasn’t looking forward to going through the exhausting ritual of reporting to the World Leader—The Probing…

She wished she could just go somewhere and contemplate…

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Eventually, the religious leaders each went their own way—stoking the fires of distrust and hatred amongst their followers…

The riots began not long after the inquiry.

The Claimant was confined for his protection.

The anarchy, within one quarter-revolution of the planet, consumed 450,000 lives…

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The World Leader demanded a private conference with the Claimant.

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“So, you are the one causing so much mischief, responsible for so many deaths?”

“No, Your Honor, I am the one who has been in your jail—I suggest you question the religious leaders and their followers about the unrest and crime.”

“You have no fear.”

“You are correct and I respect you for noticing.”

“What shall I do with all these crazy religious folk?”

“I recommend calling the religious leaders into your presence and instructing them to quell the actions of their followers—perhaps promise them their own incarcerations if they cannot accomplish a return to order…”

“Amazing…”

The Claimant remained silent.

The World Leader said, “Will you tell me of your Faith?”

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The riots were quelled and the World Leader spoke to all the people on the NewsNet:

“O, peoples of our World.

“I come to you with sadness and fresh insights.

“You may already know that I am very angry with certain religious leaders, even though they did bring their followers to heel; yet, that was only after massive carnage…

“You may not know that I am meeting regularly with the new Prophet of the Grendia Faith.

“He is truly a fount of wisdom and is a pure and honorable man—unlike the leaders of the other Faiths.

“I have ordered meetings between this Prophet and these other religious leaders…

“A meeting between the Prophet and each one of the other leaders, separately—each meeting in my presence.

“These will be followed by a general meeting with all of us in attendance.

“I hope to learn much more; and, I pray the other religious leaders can learn what religion should truly be.

“I will speak again to all of you after these significant meetings; but, for now, please remember, no practice is a real religion if it leads to anger or distrust or violence.

“May you all prosper and find occasions to facilitate your unity…”

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She was still The Witness—she was still objective—she was now a member of the Claimant’s Faith…

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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Seventy-Two


The Do-Gooder

by
Alexander M Zoltai

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“I admire his commitment to purpose; but, I can’t stand him…”

Those words were said by the richest man in town, Jack Herrington…   I responded:

“Well, he’s never been disrespectful to me…”

“Sam Jaffe, you’re a tavern owner—what’s he got to be up in arms about with you? Give me another whiskey… Does he come in here?”

“Naw, I seen him around—shops and all…”

“Well, I just can’t trust a man goes out of his way to show off how holy he is…”

“Holy, Mr. Herrington? I’ve never seen him be that way…”

“Well… He better stay clear of me since that ruckus with the homeless folk…”

“What harm’d he do you, Sir? He took ‘em all in under his own roof…”

“I’m going to make sure the zoning board goes after him—illegal boarding-house or some such…”

“Why you got it in for him so bad?”

“Because… Any man does that much getting out of his own way can’t be trusted—it’s unnatural.”

“It’s only what the Church tells us…”

“The Church!? Bunch of hypocrites!”

“Mr. Hobsworth ain’t no hypocrite—he surly believes, deep down, what he does…”

“Ain’t natural—folks have to look out for themselves—what’s he going to do, help other folks so much he dies doing it?”

“And, what if he does, Mr. Herrington? What if he does?”

“You challenging me, Sam Jaffe!?”

“I’m just standing up for a really good man…”

“You poor fool… You’ll see who knows what’s right… I’m going to see him in jail or, at least run out of town.”

“Mr. Herrington, that just ain’t right!”

“You sure you want my business, Sam; or, you want my guns trained on you too?”

“Well… If it comes down to that, I’d say you’re the one can’t be trusted, not Mr. Hobsworth…”

“What!?!”

“You heard me, Sir…”

“And, you’ve lost my business!”

Jack Herrington walked out of Sam’s tavern and began a campaign to deter folks from patronizing it.

Interesting thing about it all—folks loved Sam and Sam drummed up his own campaign to raise funds to help Mr. Hobsworth in his moral undertakings…

Mr. Herrington pushed hard, with lawyers, to subjugate the feared do-gooder…

The judge in the case wasn’t a patron at Sam Jaffe’s tavern—he wasn’t in the pocket of Jack Herrington—he wasn’t ignorant of the law and its purpose.

The richest man in town spent four months of house arrest for Vindictive Harassment…

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