The Devil's Child A Biography

Before I start this story I will warn you it will make you feel uncomfortable. It is natural when you walk into someone else's shoes and walk a moment in their world. There is sex drugs violence and religion, not all in that order. So sit back, brew a cup of coffee or tea, pour yourself a bourbon or crack open a cold one. Light a joint or whatever floats your boat. Sit back and enjoy this ride. Share it if you like it, donate if you really enjoyed it. Just think of it as buying me a coffee or a beer, the price is up to you. You could also buy me a car, just saying you don't have to be cheap. Peace and love

So please tread lightly as you step into my mind, and understand this experience you are about to read is my truth. I will hide some of the faces and names, yet I will not sit here and lie to you. My life is interesting enough. I don't need to tell you tall tales.  You still won't believe most of it, and I personally don't care. I just hope you have fun, see some truly excuse the language but some fucked up things.

Chapter 1 

Birth and Memories

My first memories, the first time reality became a little bit clear was at my grandfather's funereal on February 25 1976. I was born in August 4 1974 so I was a year and six months old at the time.  I was in a chair that supported my back yet I remember being restrained in. I couldn't see much as I was laying down only able to see half the door of inside of my father's 1975 burgundy Gm van. The sounds of cries and the tears in peoples eyes was my first memory of this world. I guess it is befitting start. Life does seem to have a way with some of us, no sweet nectar of the bosom from a mother with love in her heart. Sometimes life gives bitterness.

I was born as the mistake after my mother was told she was not able to have any more children, which made her extremely happy. I have two older Brother and two twin sisters. they are 11, 12 and 13 years difference. My father was a long haul truck driver, so he was never home. Something I always hated him for and I lashed out as much as disposable for him to give me any attention. Even if it was negative. It wasn't until I grew a little older to understand why he was never home. The woman that yelled at me, scorned me from ever being born was the same woman he was running from.

As a young boy I actually thought my sister was my mother, she was the one always taking care of me. And the person who would never stop yelling was someone I just didn't understand. However my sister already knowing this woman, was making plans of her own to get the hell out of that house. So it was in that time my life was simple, my real mother worked all the time and my sister took me everywhere. I walked around a mall while she worked in kitchen, I got to know most of the staff pretty good and they use to buy me drinks, give me food. It wasn't until I was five that I started working in a small kiosk pouring drinks and icing up cups for the Regina Saskatchewan Roughriders.

Eventually I was flipping burgers until age 12 I was hitting on the owners daughter while running my own canteen, I was eventually fired for stealing a pack of cigarettes, it was hard to buy smokes at 12, not impossible mind you but hard all the less. At the time all you needed was a note from your parents and I was smart enough to hold on to the one my mom wrote me. My one sister, the one who nursed me left when she turned 18. Leaving me alone in the house, my other twin sister had already moved out much earlier as did my brothers.

By that time I was already a complete alcoholic. My father working as a truck driver was actually driving truck for one of Canada's biggest brewers at the time called Molson Canadian. At the time Molson's was synonyms with being Canadian. It was in our commercials, at our sporting events. It was hockey, football and good old Canadian values... Keep the population drunk and addicted so you can keep they obeyed. So there was always booze around my house. And those times that my father was home, the house would be filled with people. Weekend gambling nights, pool, and just getting hammerd. I use to be the cute little bartender and DJ for those parties. Everyone loved how very much older I seemed than the other kids. I was hanging out at the adults table by 7-8 ish. I made a lot of money playing cards, and sipped a lot of booze. I guess I started drinking around that time also, 7 or 8. There was always a wedding or a party every weekend. There was also my father's bar. He loved this bar. It was filled with liquor from around the world, well that's what he thought anyways. By 11 most of it was water.

He never got the chance to find that out. I remember drinking the last bottle and looking at my best friend and laughing. I walked outside, grabbed my soccer ball and kicked it as hard as I could at the glass wall, with the glass shelves and shattered the entire thing. Now I didn't drink everything, some tasted like shit, so it smelt like alcohol, yet it should have stunk a lot worse. My best friend was Rob Hugh, he was not my childhood best friend. That was Devin. I do miss him. We were great friends until one dark day that broke us both up. I was about 6, I think he was a year younger than me. We were always playing at his house, I never played at home. I never wanted to be home. The neighbour came out with a model gas powered airplane. I remember both of us being fascinated at it. He started it up and let it go down the road but never taking off. We both ran over to talk with him and he was very eager to talk with us. He told us that he had more planes inside if we wanted to see them. Us being to young children thought this was a great idea, it was only in his basement. He moved shortly after that. And we drifted apart. Something like that shouldn't be shared between best friends. He gave me a model airplane as it was me who got the worst of it and he wanted me to shut up. We did. I don't think we ever talked about that day afterwards. I burnt that plane to the ground once I got a little older. The memory was too much. Now this wasn't my first dealing with predators. I was a victim at a too early age and in that I started sharing my sex addiction to my friends. I was very young and having sex very very young. Along with having a mind that was smarter than most people for some strange reason, I was also hung like a horse. Blue eyes, blonde light brown hair and a big dick for a child is not the best mixture when you are faced with such obstacles early in life. It wasn't until I was in grade one that I started being attracted to women.

Now I went to a catholic school back 1979, they actually still had nuns that would beat you senseless if you speak out of line. Me I questioned their religion, laughed at their studies and never sitting in my seat. They eventually had to tie me down with thick rope and left me in the hallways so all the kids could laugh to get me to stop. This is when I first picked up one of my bad ticks, sitting on my hands. The punishment was always writing lines or sitting on my hands all day. I broke the habit a few years ago when I noticed I have been doing this since way back then. I was eventually kicked out of grade one for licking the pee pee of a girl in the slide area during nap time. I was also banned from ever going to a catholic school again. That is when they put me in public elementary school back in grade one and let's just say I was the devils child. My first day I was there early, I put tacks on everyone's chairs but mine, I took the airplane that was hanging on the ceiling and broke it, throwing it into the fish tank and stealing a bunch of old coins I found in the teachers desk. What a way to make an entrance. As school went on and the drinking, I was making quite a name for myself. When it came to curriculum I took it to a whole new approach. When they gave me my school work and books for the year, I would rush home and finish them. After that I didn't listen to their authority. I didn't listen to my parents why the hell was I going to listen to them? So they passed me every year, most of the time in detention or for a few years I had the help of a lovely guidance counselor. She understood I was bored and got me involved in the debate club, the cheese club, the AV club and the cribbage club. I was also swimming. My parents got me lessons every year to the swimming place where they would teach me every Friday how to swim. As Maynard from Tool said, learn to swim. And at the end of each year they would have a lottery of who was going to teach me that year. I made their lives a living hell. I retired two of them. One in seventh grade and one in High School. I was good looking and smart but very rebellious. I couldn't find a girl friend because they assumed I was gay from all those gay things I was doing. And yes I do like men, I just never found one who ever excited me enough to date them. It was only sex. I eventually started dating a high school girl at grade 7. It was during the time I was gifted with something I never knew I needed, something that would calm the fire inside me and give me the peace I was so looking for without ever knowing. I found metal music. Metallica Master Of Puppets. When the guitar started strumming and the classical music starts playing, it was beautiful. My eyes were as wide as it could be,as I was gripping my knees. When the drums kicked in I teared, and than the riff kicks in. I left the link to the YouTube album just so you can get a little understating of how I felt in 1986 with so much rage in my heart. I hated the stuff my friends were listening. Well I did like Salt and Pepper but Samantha Fox, and all that lame love music was enough to make me sick. I didn't want to listen about love, I never knew love. I was never told how much I was loved. I was alone. At the time I was getting a little violent. I lost my buddy Rob because his mother wouldn't let me hang out with him any more. We use to spend hours together playing D&D with a few other buddies. His older sister was a big influence on me. Helped guide my love of all things science fiction. She was the one who gave me my first novel, it was Dune. The new movie should be coming out this year, I hope it will be good and not a wreck of mind numbing social justice rhetoric. Yes I understanding you are trying to fight your injustices, yet sometimes you can leave it out of the entertainment world. I watch movies to escape reality, not get lectured by it on how I could be a better ally. Now I found a lot more then just my love and joy of D&D and science fiction at Rob's place, I also found my new best friend.

It was one day I came over and my best friend was laughing his ass off. I said what's so funny when he said you have to see what i found. So he brings me into his moms room and pulls out a black briefcase and shows me his moms giant black double dildo and just starts laughing. Me thinking that would be kinda fun, looked away from it in shame and noticed something large on the other side in the folder. I said Rob, do you know what this is? He said no, what? This is pot, weed. What do you do with it he asks? I have to older brothers who were into a lot of partying and drugs. They were eleven and thirteen years older than me and I seen a lot growing up. I remember a time my brothers were babysitting me at a small house close to the tracks and industrial area, so not a lot of neighbors. This house was a never ending party. So this night, things were getting a little crazy. My oldest brother decided to take 11 hits of acid, two in each eye. He sat in his chair with his homemade speakers and played his favorite album as loud as it could go. That is when my other brother put me in his room. I do remember my oldest brother coming in the room and giving me a Iron Maiden flag and a Black Sabbath Black Sabbath record from 1970. It was his favorite. That night he saw God. He took everything obtaining to sin and burnt it in his back yard and devoted his life to God. Which he still is doing now. Still waiting for the rapture that is still coming tomorrow. the last 38 years.

Now I looked at my friend and said we need to make a pipe. I went upstairs and grabbed the toilet paper roll and the tin foil and built myself a pipe, something I seen in a movie once. We both sat in the basement blowing the smoke in the dyer hoping it would blow out the through the tube in the back. That is when I had my first hoot. And I fell in love. I was already a complete alcoholic and only being 11, it wasn't until 12 that I actually quit drinking and started getting high full time by finding my first dealer. So I grabbed a handful of his moms pound of weed and took it home. I tell you GI Joe and D&D are so much better when you are stoned. We went everyday grabbing more and more of his moms weed and sat in the basement getting high every day after elementary school. Cheese club? Gone. Baseball, soccer, debate club, all gone. I needed medication to ease the suffering in my mind. I was already cutting myself so I could actually see something other than just feeling pain. I cut myself bad, with arms scared for years. Yet as time goes on scars fade and does bad memories. That is why I love my mother now, when I time I thought she was the most evilest person in the world. It wasn't truly her fault, she was suffering from a well hidden mental illness. Something that was all known between my brothers and sisters, yet the doctors didn't find out until she was about to turn 80. I notice I jump a lot, it is hard to tell you this story while keeping it small, interesting and not bad enough to incriminate myself, I'm not an idiot. It doesn't help that I remember everything. I used drugs to erase those memories, only to make too many memories from them. So where was I, oh yes. I think it was the large amount of missing marijuana that determined that I was a bad influence to her kids.

So here I am still in elementary school, grade 7 dating a high school girl and growing my hair long. I was the popular kid and the bullied kid at the same time. The much cooler kids called me a fag, to the rest I was pure entertainment. I was the class clown, clever and grew up listening to Richard Pryer records. I had already noticed that the history books were written by the winner and all my first nations friends already told me the history of their people. I grew up in Regina Saskatchewan, the biggest native reserve in Canada. My neighborhood was a mixture of all races, it was a small lower middle class community surrounded by the projects. Around this time I started drinking just enough to be social while also being the guy who always had weed. My father got a phone call one day that an entire shipment of Coors light got damaged in an accident and there was thousands of dented cans of beer to take. My father being him, rushed right over and filled his van full of the disgusting beer. Sorry not sorry to those who drink it. In my defense it was piss ass warm.

So let's just say I was the life of the party. Where ever I went I took two gym bags full of beer with me. I did it for almost a year until it become too old to drink. At the end my mother heard that she could pour it on the grass to help make it grow, so she bought one of those mixing bottles that attach to the garden hose and gave the grass the last remaining bits of that vile old stale beer. But thanks all the same for the memories and tail
I use to get back then with it. God I was the devil.

When grade eight started I was a little calmer. The heavy metal music was giving me an outlet for my anger and I became a pacifist once I noticed that I was not showing enough compassion. I wanted to die at a very young age, so other's lives were nothing to me. As I said earlier I was cutting myself by 9 and had my first suicide attempt was at 12. I took a bunch of sleeping pills hoping they would do the trick, yet life had it's own plans for me and I woke up sick, puking on the verge of death but I didn't choke on my own vomit. I almost did yet life's a cruel mistress.

As I was getting ready to go into High School with a better outlook my science teacher sat me down with my parents and told me that they will be sending me to the bad school for kids who don't behave and special needs. I begged them to please not let me go there. I said I have been quiet, I wasn't listening to the teachers however I was still better behaved. So when I went home that night I sat down and wrote a short story and sent it to the public High School a few blocks away from my house. At the end of the school year my science teacher called me into the office and told me to sit down. He pulled out the story I had sent to the school with a letter attached. He read it to me as I sat quietly. Mr Welder, thank you for sending us such a lovely story, we would be happy to have you in our school and we will see you next year. Now he stopped and started at me not even blinking as he crumpled the letter up and tossed it into the garbage. No he said, you are going to this trade school where you will learn something more interesting. More interesting... I loved science, real history, astronomy, and physics. Not fucking welding or flower arrangement. I didn't last long in High school. They failed me in grade 9 and during the first day of my second attempt of grade 9 I was kicked out for selling drugs. I bought a gram of hash for a kid in school and I admit I took a lot of it. He was buying it to impress this girl, so he mixed it with a paste that he found in his fathers shop. When the girl smoked it she got brain damage and I was blamed. I never even met the girl. Which was okay because I was already getting ready to leave my parents place. I lost most of my original friends because of the bad road I was walking, and I ended up coming home late and leaving first thing in the morning. The only thing I found good about High school was meeting my best friend, he is still with me now. I don't think he ever wants to be far away from me. He isn't doing good but that part is much later in this story. What can I say about High School? Long hair, listened to metal. I loved playing guitar but every one of my friends also played guitar, so I picked up the Bass. I hung around a lot with bands, until I eventually slept with all of their girlfriends. I was terrible for that. My motto was, you can trust me with your money or your life, but never your drugs or your wife. Cheesy I know but I thought I was a bad ass. And In fact I was. My parents thought I was being influenced by a older boy who lived up the street, no it was in fact me who was the bad influence and by reading this I wonder why... You know I am giving up all this for free so I am not giving up a lot of my stories, just enough for you to sit back and see the world though another set of eyes. At the end of this story I will leave a link, if you liked it buy me a beer or send a couple bucks for the time I gave you away from your own life to experience something a little bit stranger. I understand we are all under quarantine right now during Corona. It's still on the first wave so if you are reading this in the future either yeah, we survived or it didn't turn out as bad as they made us fear to believe. We are here actually, on this date of the lunar cycle of July 22 20202 Now I will get back to the story.

Now my first house I ever lived in full time paying rent was in this old brick war time house. When you walked inside the entire top floor was gutted. There was just a staircase going downstairs with a full basement. I slept on the floor and rent was high yet it did have it's benefits. When you open this strange red door in the upstairs you walk down a narrow flight of stairs, just big enough to get some furniture through. So there wasn't much for furniture. As you ascend down the stairs the first thing yo see is a stack of guitar amps and a full double bass drum set. On the side was a 1500 watt bass amp, which I actually didn't use once I found out how much fun drums are. I was staying there for awhile, doing actually really good when I get a call from my buddies girlfriend. She got in a fight with her parents and she needed a place to stay. I said why didn't you phone your boyfriend? I don't want to she says. So I arranged a way to get her over as I didn't drive. The way I lived and the want I had for my own death was not a good mix at the wheel of a car. So she came over that night, she was beautiful. She was dressed in your typical big hair metal band look. Tight jeans, a white shirt with a logo on it and a jean jacket with patches of her favorite bands. Her hair long, almost white. Her name was Dana and I always had the hots for her. I mean who didn't. We made love all night long to all things Pink Floyd the Wall. Of all albums to listen to this was not one of my best choices. It was only a few days later that her boyfriend Jerry found out about us and tried kicking my door in. Oops. By that age I was already getting pretty good at making love, I had been practicing for years with my dads best friend and also bosses grand daughter Nikkei. We traveled a lot back then. I spent a majority of my summers in my fathers moterhome travelling America and Canada. It was that time travelling on the road that they would stick us together in the top bunk as we drove around. And we had sex. I know it's terrible, I was 9 until I think it was 11 when we finally got caught. We were having sex in my parents basement during a wedding celebration when a woman walked downstairs and saw the shock of her life. We were not allowed to hang around with each other after that. This is what happens when you are introduced sex at an early age, I broke the cycle early as you will read further along.

So back home I was for about a month until I moved in with a tattoo artist I was hanging out with at the time. He gave me my first tattoo when I was 14, I didn't have the money to pay him so I gave him my stereo equipment for it. I had a few hand me downs from my oldest brother. I hold a lot of love for my older brother, I didn't have many people to look up to however my brother was something else. I watched him go through a lot in life, he brought me religion when I needed it. Now religion. Might as well start with it after talking about sex, oh god oh god Oh GOD! 

God, Resurrection, Rinse and Repeat

Chapter 2

Now I must break the forth wall again and make myself a coffee to talk about this subject, as it was a large part of my growing up. I'm thinking about a rye and water yet it's still only 2:00 pm and I still need to talk to my wife with a sober head when she wakes up. She is in Tokyo Japan right now, a place I should be if it wasn't for covid shutting down the country. Now before we get into this subject I just want to explain a few things. My life has been to the dedication of science and seeking knowledge and understanding of this world around me. It is what drove me to walk down endless highways and live among the wild animals deep with a forest in northern Jasper Alberta Canada.
The supernatural however has also been a big part of my life also. I can't explain it to you, maybe you will get a understanding as we get into my story. You may think it was an delusional response to a messed up childhood and I used this to justify everyday occurrences, and I will agree with you on a scientific level. I had been doing alcohol and drugs at a very young age and also a extreme daredevil when it came to the half pipe and my bmx and wanting to die... So yes, a few bumps on the head mixed with alcohol and drug abuse could be a substantial part of it. But just listen to me with a open mind when I get into this new part. I can't explain everything even with science.

My mother is catholic as once my father was, I actually remember when they christened me. It was a strange experience for some dude to pour water on you saying something you just can't get a full grasp yet, surrounded by your family. I remember the day I killed god for my father. He was a devote catholic in your typical be a sinner all week and ask for forgiveness on Sunday. You know the type. I came in the room, just a little kid and I asked him dad why are all those men bowing to that man? He told me who the pope was, as I already got a understanding of religion very early I said but isn't he still just a man? He thought about it and after that he didn't go to church much any more. He tells me now he is an atheist. Now that might just be a little hard to believe, you just got to understand I was unlike any child. I'm not some attention seeker on twitter trying to say that my 3 year old thinks Trump should be impeached while bringing in more diversity. We get it Karen, your child who is still shitting his pants in going to be a genius one day, or a Nazi Furry, you never know nowadays. I started asking myself very early what is life, why am I here. What is this. How was I born on a spinning rock in space floating around a star? I wanted to know what God was, who he was to me with an already scientific mind. I needed answers to questions that were driving me crazy as a child. See when I was born my mind was already filled for me. Now to explain what that gibberish means, um fuck. Okay I had past reincarnation memories. Well not memories, more like nightmares of a thousand ways to die. They were the strongest when I was very young, like 2 when I started having these nightmares. Yeah I know, we are getting a little interesting here and I agree with you. It's just this is a large part of my tale and I don't want o hold back. You need to truly walk within my mind.

I was haunted by these dreams. I feared glass most of my life because the most common dream I had was being in a cave that had a fire off to the side, my hands and feet were tied to a table and my skin was being skillfully cut off to be worn. I remember it clearly as the knife they used was crystal, it wasn't until two years ago I read about this in a archaeology website. I have been telling people about this dream since I was a kid, so many people who truly know me understand this dream.

I also once in the Roman Legion during the fall of Rome. I remember vividly sweating in that armor and carrying that shield for miles. All this will be in my first novel, it is a story I have been writing since I was a child and I knew I had to find a way to have my beginning. This right here. A tragic romance that takes place all thought out time. A millions deaths are not enough for you Huey. I would just like to say it has been a pleasure sitting here telling you my tale while we have a drink. I feel more relaxed than I usually do when I write. If you look through some of my stories on here I can tell you they all came out in one sitting. I was usually under a trance when I spit them out and hit publish. You will always find many mistakes as I never read it after it comes out of my head. So thank you for the beer, cheers with love from a family of humanity.

So here I am, abused, raped and alone seeking answers to why, why was I here. I started going to church by 9, sitting by myself listening to him talk about this man called Jesus. It wasn't until my brother fully found God after struggling with the reality of following God, you must do it sober. I remember very well when he finally stopped drinking and fighting his demons. We were at the summer festival in the heart of Regina Saskatchewan and I was on his shoulders trying to see if I could find my sister in the crowd. I don't remember if we actually saw her or my brother just imagined it in his drunken stupor, it didn't stop him from running and turning sharply and me falling off and smashing the bones in my shoulder. We didn't find her after that, I was rushed home in the back of my brothers hatchback car. And my father rushed me to the hospital after that. Since my mother didn't want anything to do with me she dumped me off at my older brothers house and he was oh so happy to have me. I had this amazing gift that he loved to show off to all his friends. My incredible knowledge of the bible being just a kid. He would give me a chapter like we will say something common like John 3-16 and I would instantly turn to that page and start reading it. It was almost like I knew the book by memory without ever reading it. It wasn't just your typical chapters, this was any part of this book. I was his golden ticket into heaven, he filled my head with stories of us marching through the streets of sin, fishing for men. To preach the good word and to bring the gates of heaven home to earth. Mighty big dreams for just a kid with a weird personally. So I spent a lot of the time in church. It wasn't until my brother showed her my little gift that my mother took me away from him. It was the moment I recited a scripture without even looking at it, she grabbed me and said she wanted to go home. She told me that day that my brother worshiped the devil and I wasn't allowed to visit him again. I laughed inside but I was just a kid and I knew he wasn't worshiping the devil. I was already worshiping Lucifer when I was five so I knew my brother was clearly not. I can't say I was worshiping him, more like sitting in a pentagram naked talking with him every night since I was 5. I knew the devil way before I knew god, evil has followed me with a teaching lesson. Along with the light. 

Quick 4:20 intermission and Part 2

You have been sitting with me for a bit, need a bathroom break or just to roll one or order another. I won't say no to another free beer https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/RWelder. I am thirsty.  Now where was I... 

Now before you start getting all holy, I looked at the devil much different than you. I seen him as the first creation of God asking his father a simple question? Why do you need to create man? Are us children not enough? Is heaven not enough for you? Why make these weak creatures when you already have perfection? All for them just to grovel at your feet? I rebelled against my father yet I didn't hold the power he had, let alone the cool wings that eventually burnt going through the stratosphere on his way to hell. If you believe in that sort of thing anyways. I stopped talking to both of them a long time ago, I walk now with the realization that I have the ability to create life or destroy it. I have the ability to live in wealth while stabbing those I called friends in the back to work my way up the corporate ladder. I didn't understand the game of life. We are born into servitude, to worship or spend everlasting eternity in hell. To work ten to twelve hours a day on a hamster wheel seeking happiness in colored pieces of paper. We kill for it, dominate for it. We kill our own planet, sealing our own lives and the live our future generations for it. For many it is God. I just wasn't mine, I was still searching for it.

After that I spent a few more times with my brother, he still had his dreams to prepare me for the veling evangelical spreading the word of god against those who would rise to set loose the mark of the beast. As much as I knew the bible and after reading it I lost my ability to pick out any chapter. What I found was disappoint, misconceptions and lies. It taught me that I was a sinner in the eyes of my creator for I slept with another man. And that I was only going to hell if I did not repent, if I didn't fall on my knees and and speak in tongues. To truly walk with the lord. That just wasn't me. I didn't love God as I didn't love Satan. I held respect for Lucifer for standing against his father for something that should never have been created in such a way. It was selfish. Yet I am not god, nor ever want to be. I am a god in the sense that it is me who takes care of me. I am in control and guide my life. On the other hand am I actually marching down my own path? Some days I feel that life is like a series of paths. We have the path already made for us, and even though we get to make our choices in life, ultimately something is guiding me with the choices I make. The small world of people, the hidden hand that has guided and protected me all my life. Putting myself among killers, as a baby sheep looking fifteen until I was twenty six. Looking twenty six until I was thirty five, looking good now at  at 45. At least I don't look like Wayne Gretzky any longer. That was hell. If you don't know who Wayne Gretzky was, he was one of the greatest hockey players of my day and some believe still to this day. I remember walking down a street in Calgary Alberta Canada when a older woman from east Indian decent looked at me and said Gretzky, Gretzky! She was so excited I shook her hand as she gave me a hug. She would be telling her friends and family that probably for awhile and actually it was just me. That poor woman. 

Okay I tried to keep as much religion out of that  as I could for those who don't believe in it and those who do. And if you are either one of those two you will think I am clearly insane and I agree with you. You have to be insane to live in this world, to actually pay attention and not just the stuff in your own back yard or from your window in your white gated community. Life was a constant nightmare, pain and death is two things you can truly expect out of life. It is the little things in between that make worth living. I still never learnt that lesson yet. So now we come to what Chapter am I on?...

That is chapter one, I will have told my tale and you will be ready to buy me that beer. So again https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/RWelder and have a good sleep. you don't have to go back to your own mind, you just can't stay here.

The day the wall came and the sun went away...

If I remember it correctly it was in the year 2022,when the sun went away. The great culture war was still waging as the Liberal ANTIFA faction fought against the Republican Reagan Raptors or RRR.

Both sides were losing a lot of good people on both sides. The Republicans were heavily stocked with Ammo as anyone with half a brain knows, yet the sheer number of people willing to fight for this stupid war for the left was helping them take the western and eastern fronts, leaving the Raptors to fight in the middle of America. And I tell you it didn't work out all to well for those city folk. Those hipsters from Seattle were able to sneak in to Idaho, than come got caught in the blistering colds of Montana, North Dakota and Wyoming. And the hunters took care of them after that. The Californian ANTIFA already had Nevada and Utah, matched with the number of Retired Grandmas with pink pussy hat helmets with little Vote for Bernie #2020 stickers, they were able to get past the strength of New Mexico yet fell to the heavily armed Texans, who actually didn't notice a war was going on, until a BBQ was shot up in El Paso. Two squadrons were taking down that day by the Martinez family, who were celebrating a family reunion. The only causalities for the Martinez family, that day, was the food got burnt. Afterwards they celebrated with a bigger BBQ. We were all shocked when New York did the most damage, you wouldn't expect a state with so many drama and art majors to have such metaphorically big balls.

As we Americans were fighting among ourselves, the Rest of the world held a small moment of peace. You know, since our military, CIA and the FBI were too busy dealing with the fighting in the major cities in America, they weren't fighting illegal wars in the rest of the world. At least opium was cheap again. However that didn't last very long, as the globalists swept in, their plan succeeding in fueling the fall of America with outrage culture and memes.

We didn't know what happened at first. One moment there was an aliment of stars that was kinda rare for that time and the next moment that entire part of the universe is gone except a large grey metal wall. It wasn't until we were able to get a good image of earth during that time, off one of our deep solar system satellites.
As a guy named Dylan Ryan Doberstein from Salt Spring Island Canada noticed on Youtube that is you play the film speed very slowly, which he did from his phone living in a self sustainable solar powered campsite, you were able to see something grey go past it moving very fast, yet it was too big to see what it was. After we got the photos did we see what appears to be the windshield of a very large spaceship, that stopped a little ways off in the distance. The Earth and humanity were losing their collective minds as the sun has somehow disappeared and a wall was all we could see, and our planets direction was heading straight for it.

For once, we finally had a reason to come together collectively to find a way to avoid us splattering like a bug on a windshield on whatever it was going 67,000 mph. So we tried everything to rush building our own ships to trying to communicate with the ship and nothing. We were unanimous in one universal opinion, the first time in the history of the world, and that was that we were fucked. So for our last few moments w decided to be nice to each other as we are all going to die anyways, so let's enjoy these last moments together. For a small season as we came closer to the wall we celebrated humanity and all its accomplishments and right before we were about to hit there was a sudden flash a suddenly nothing but empty space in front of us. The view from the one side of our solar system looked the same to us, the other side where the ship passed was a whole new set of stars. They didn't know what our galaxy looked like as our universe and sun went right through the top Space view deck from their Star commander Planet explorer. That is what the ship had written in large red letters, and on the hull what looked like a flag and some advertisements.

We were scared at first until scientists figured that they come from a solar system with giant planets, Earth is nothing but small rock to them and we are nothing but a micro universe. We are able to pick up their signals and internet, yet they haven't said anything yet to us. There has been sightings of strange alien ships that look like camera drones that fly by, and it seems we have become a TV show for them. They are unlocking our music as we speak, so Far Nirvana and Tupac are the greatest hits. They love our movies, as they are a culture of workers and and jobs are celebrated as we celebrate movie stars. Our sun is not our own, we have a fake copy that does almost what our sun does, they just haven't figured everything out yet, as the polar ice caps are still melting. I personally don't think they care about us other than entertainment, they have been keeping us alive for the past 70 years and the Earth has never been better, i guess years of movies and reality television shows have made us a very large drama planet. It also helps to know that we are not alone in the universe anymore...



I wrote this after cutting a very large lawn and if there is mistakes, it is because I try to write as fast as I can to get the story out before bed. I have so many stories in my head, if I wrote a small story everyday for 2 years, I wouldn't even scratch the surface. So if I like it, I try to get it down quickly before it gets lost with the rest until later. I dislike cutting the lawn, the idea a large loud blade came over us to mow the buildings always  comes in my mind. What if we are but a small rock in a much larger universe, and out greatness is likened to a really impressive anthills.

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Critical Separation - A short story

(This is just a on the fly story that popped in my head and I spent the last 4 hours trying to get out. Most of the stuff is real, all news stories and articles are truth. Just the rest is me playing with words. I have not edited it yet, my writing works on me just spilling it out and cleaning it as I go on.)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!ATTENTION FACEBOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is not clickbait, I have uncovered a massive secret that the Government has been trying to hide from us. We are at a pivotal point in the ever changing planet we call Earth, and I do not want the reader to act in fear, so please be calm.

North America is about to break in two

I am not a scientist, or a reporter so my credentials have nothing to do in these fields, I just need you to hear me out. I have been monitoring the planet for the last 5 years since the rise of technology and access to information on the internet. I first started noticing the pattern in 2010 with the rise of earthquakes in the Oklahoma Area of the Lower South of The US. I will link the video below where you will see what I found. 

As the years gained the few Earthquakes a year had become many a month. I will show you a screen capture below I took for the month of January 19 2017.

Right now we are in April and the entire Ring of Fire has been lit. Almost every Volcano is active and the USGS and the media are being silent about it. 

This is the screen shot I took on January 18. I started noticing higher activity than normal. I believe after years of research and a email I found, that the Fate of America will be one of a new continent. It be best guess look like this.

Or this

Underneath North America is a series of magma chambers that are moving, creating new fault lines while the pacific plates push against the north american plate.

Please if you are reading this message, make your way into the Northen areas of Canada. Stay away from the West Coast and Alaska.

!!!!!!!!!!PLEASE BE SAFE!!!!!!!!!!

This is not a conspiracy, after digging for years I found a hidden email from NASA to the USGS about fractures being noticed on the Satellites. It talks of about The New Madrid and how the fault is a lot bigger than previously thought to be. All scientists who are making these claims have been silenced and are now missing. 

And now I will hit send and the people will know the truth.. 

A man sits at a computer desk, a cork board filled with Earthquake reports, Volcano activity and seismic data fill the walls. He gets up satisfied that at least his friends and family will believe him. He has never done anything chicken little before, and has always tried to research and present the truth. He gets up bumping his head again. His place is small, a shed glorified as tiny home living. He bumps the ceiling every time and his bed is just small enough that his head and feet touch the walls. He is happy, he is on high ground and feels safe. Even thou he has a suspicion that it won't help. 

He keeps a sealed pack and a winter wet suit by the door. He doesn't get many visitors up here, so he doesn't have to explain why such things are there. If he had the money he would invest in those new Earthquake Balls, that protect the person from the majority of the damage. No he has enough gear to get him through a tough season and the seeds to grow something new.

He goes and makes another coffee when his cell phone starts ringing. Yes Mom, he answers, reading the call display. Did you block me on Facebook? What, no mom why would you ask that? I have your name Stared so I get a notice every time you post something and when I went to it a couple minutes later it said post cannot be found. I tired finding you and you are not there. He grabs his phone and goes to his Facebook app. Just a glitch Mom, nothing to worry about. I didn't block you. 

I don't know what is going on Mom, let me check my computer. He walks over to his desk and brings up his Facebook.

What the fuck is going on. Mom I will call you back he says as he hangs up the phone. He sits in his chair and tries to bring up his Youtube video he posted just before Facebook.

He goes to his main page...

He rushes to his phone and calls his brother Dylan, as he grabs his backpack from under the bed. Dylan, listen to me quick. I am at the the spot we did the mushrooms 3 years ago. Do not tell anyone you have talked to me, something fucked up is going on and I think the phone is being traced. I will be leaving it behind. Get to me as quick as you can and make sure you are not being followed. 

He starts packing in a hurry, loading all his emergency supplies in the back of the farm truck. I will leave a message that I will return it he thinks, but he knows that the people he rents the property from are in Japan to visit Family. And the likely hood of him returning is becoming more unknown. Kai he thinks, I will have to message him, there could be a huge Tsunami if this happens.He loads his motorbike in the back with his Compression bow and a large supply of arrows.He gets in the truck and starts heading down the hill.

As he heads into town he remembers Thomas, the reporter from the Salt Spring Driftwood, the local newspaper. Before he leaves town and maybe the island, he must tell the story to him. He stops and gets a few more supplies and tries to show Thomas the information.

I can't run this, this is all speculation and fear mongering, Thomas says. And when did you become a expert? Look read this email and tell me what you think. This was given to me from someone following my Youtube channel who says he works for the Government and they have known since 2012. They started using the media to cover the evidence. First it was booms coming from the ground at night around the Ontario region of Canada all the way to New York. This post is from 2016, but if you look they have been going on for a lot longer. News agencies have said everything from fireworks to testing explosions, to jets flying by. How can all these Mysterious booms be heard all over the Eastern region and always a excuse with no proof?

He shows Thomas a simple google search.

This is all the Booms I recorded in 2014.

All these spots were either called kids with fireworks, an accident or jets flying by. He looks at the man with a suspended look on his face. Can you not see it? Thomas sits back in the chair and reads over the information again.

And this is from this year alone.

He gets up walks out of the room as Thomas looks at the screen. You can believe it or not, I am not sticking around to see if I am right. I am heading to more higher ground, I would advise you do the same.  Look I have always trusted you, but people will laugh at me if I try to print this. Steve are you listening? 

He walks out of the office and heads to his truck. He stops by a payphone and calls Dylan again. Brother grab what you can, this is a emergency, grab Chandra and your guns, we need to be ready for anything. He hangs up the phone and jumps back in and drives towards the abandoned cabin his brother and him found while tripping out in the woods. 

Dylan shows up with his girlfriend and Mami, this cute Japanese friend of Chandra's. The girls brought food and beers and proceeded to light a camp fire and roast marshmallows. So let me get this straight, a Earthquake is coming that will do all that you say will do, and you think this will happen because they suspended your Facebook and Youtube accounts? Chandra laughs. You do post some crazy stuff, maybe they were tired of your shit also. 

Didn't you read it? He looks at Chandra. No I don't follow you, you are always posting those negative stories about the world. It was bringing me down. I can still be friends on social media without me having anything to do with your conspiracies. Look they are not com... Wait do you hear that? No, they say. It sounds like a helicopter, quick put out the fire. They start laughing, man calm down you are losing it. Okay he says as he sits down with a nervous laugh. Maybe I am getting ahead of myself. Mami screams as her marshmallow lights on fire, the girls quickly rush to put it out when a helicopter comes up over the hill and shines a spotlight on their camp. Do not move, comes a voice from a speaker on the helicopter. We have thermal imaging and a team circling you now. The girls panic and the marshmallow hits the ground. Steve looks at Dylan with a expression of fuck. There is no where to run, the place is small and they are trapped like rats in a cage.

Chapter 2 The Awakening

Captain Wilder was use to following orders, use to doing the bidding of his superiors without question. That is why they always had chosen him to do the dirty work. His job was to destroy secrets, to hide the dirty trails his governments leaves in their wake. He was very good at his job, for most of it anyways. Over the last few years he has been doing some work that even he questions. He feels there is something they are not telling him, and the more he eliminates his superiors enemies, the less he knows. He is getting a picture in his mind, he sees the movement of high class people and whole military bases moved to Northern Canada. The excuse was monitoring the environment and Russia's attempts at taking the arctic. Both stories he laughed at inside. This right here is another example of those weird occurrences. It was made top priority to find and capture some guy in a small island in the West Coast of Canada without the Canadian Armed Forces finding out. It was easy, yet still questionable. What does this person have, and why does a Dr Collin Kerpatrick need to see him first before we eliminate him. And what does this guy know to get such attention? 

Captain, the pilot says over the headphones. We found four people, two men and two women. We are touching down a half a mile down. You won't need to hurry, we have a drone monitoring them. Half a mile? Sorry Sir, this is the best place we can land, unless you want to jump? No, take me down. I could use the walk. The helicopter lands and Wilder and three grunts make a path towards the area. As they walk he pulls out his cellphone and does a quick google search of the name Steven Ashton and finds nothing. Looks like they already have taken his fingerprint off the net. When he reaches the top he finds all four already in cuffs. The girls we holding strong and one of them was yelling about his rights, ha, what rights. 

Listen I don't know what you want, I only posted something on Facebook... I don't care what you did, the captain says. I am Captain Franklin Wilder of the US Military and you are under arrest. All of you.
Wait, they didn't know anything, Steve shouts. This is my fault, I am the one who posted about the Earthquake. What did you say as Franklin gives him a quick stare. The grunt at the side grabs his riffle and slams the butt against the guys head, knocking him out. What the hell did you do that for private? Orders Sir, they are not aloud to speak. His friends try to help him as the men lift them up and lead them down to the helicopter. We better make this quick, I know the Canadian military has lost most its funding, they are still as quick as ever. The prisoners are gagged and loaded. We will take them to Obama's summer camp until the questioning is over. Is there somewhere you want to be dropped off Sir? It would be our pleasure. No, I will make sure the prisoners and dealt with and catch a ride from there, thanks men for another amazing job. Steven slowly wakes up. He feels something in his mouth, and his chest is strapped. He sees the ground start to lift as he whips his head up in fright, only to pass out again from his head wound. 

Steve wakes up in a cold cell alone. His head is pounding, he feels crusted blood stuck to the side of his face. They didn't even have the decency to clean him up. His cell was simple, just a toilet. Which the water was somewhat clean. He flushed a couple times before rinsing his wound in the toilet. Feeling even colder he sits back on the cot, trying to reflect what brought him to this moment. It was his curiosity, his boredom and stupid hobbies. Why didn't he watch porn or instagram like everyone else. Why didn't he spend his time posting pictures of kittens and quotes. Look what happened. I am probably sitting in Guantanamo getting ready to be waterboarded all because I took an interest in Earthquakes and fucking Volcanoes. He remembers his brother and the girls. I know the girls can kick ass he thinks, my brother on the other hand can't take this. The poor boy is probably all ready cracked and confessing to killing JFK. Poor bastard. He hears the sound of the cells opening from time locks, and faint set of footsteps in the hall. He knows the sound of military boots on hard ground from years of Navy Cadets. Something he was tossed out for no lack of conviction. Subordinate and did not handle authority. Fuck them he thinks. A young man with tanned skin comes to his cell with a tray of food and some water. Steve tries to ask if he can speak to someone in charge, however the young man pays him no attention. Steve looks at the kids badge and sees the words CAMP DELTA, remembering it to be the name of Guantanamo Bay. Fuck he thinks, I am so fucked.

 Captain Wilder sits at a computer desk borrowed from one of the workers in the base. Most of the prisoners are in Prayer, as he can hear their calls to Allah, their voice echoing off empty walls. He does a quick search of Dr Collin Kerpatrick to find he is a seismologist professor and a leader in his field.He goes to hit his Youtube page when the screen gives him a 404 file not found.

He tries to refresh back when the screen says access denied. The phone rings right beside him. Wilder, the helicopter should be arriving any moment. Take Kerpatrick to the prisoner and make sure he gets out right away. We need him out of there and other places as quick as you can. Yes Sir, Franklin says. And Captain, are you looking for something? No sir! Just seeing who this man was that's all. Good, it is none of your business who he is. Don't even talk with him. Do your job as required. Yes sir (Asshole). He hangs up the phone, and decides that he really needs to talk with that guy. I wonder if I can make it to the conference room before he gets there. All four of them should be waiting in separate cells right beside the main room. If I can just get to him quick. As he stands he feels a sharp twist in the ground, as if the world just stopped for a moment. The lights swayed from the shaking that only lasted a moment. The other guy in the office looks at the Captain and proceeds to tell him not to worry. They have been happening almost everyday for the last few months. It's nothing. Nothing Franklin thinks as he leaves the room, he did say something about Earthquakes.

Chapter Three 

Step on a Crack Break your Mothers Back

Mami was sitting in the waiting room cell. She was scared as she was reminded of her Grandfathers stories on how they moved to Salt Spring Island buying land for the family, only to have it taken away and them thrown in internment camps during WW1. She was strong, she had  lived with four brothers and knew how to handle the lot. Most of the time, they left with black eyes and bleeding noses if they messed with her.
This however felt different. She was locked in a cell for no reason and nobody was telling her anything. Stuck with stories that scared her as a child. She moved to Canada when she was a child, hoping to see if he family could reclaim some of their lost property, only having to move back to Japan five years later after endless red tape after red tape. Her Father could not find steady work to support the family as he dealt with the Canadian courts. They eventually won a small piece of property back and a out of court settlement. She moved back to Salt Spring fours years earlier, only to witness the people who stole her families property name over her Grandparents land. Mouat's Park, same name as the hardware store. She understood that the people around her are not to blame, this was done long ago and to hold any anger would be just hurtful to ones soul. Just as her family suffers from it, she did not want to be the same. Now those thoughts fall back as she sits in this cold room with its cold bars. No sun, just a humming white bright light. All of a sudden she feels the room shake around her. She remembers that feeling living in Japan. This was a big tremor. Dust falls on her as the ceiling starts to crack. This prison was not built for this, she thinks. 

Captain Wilder was discussing to the guard how it was a matter of National Security to interrogate the witnesses, and how he has the authorization to do it. Sir I was told no one was aloud to talk with them, unless it was the Doctor. This is from Top Brass Sir. You have no authority. The guard grabs his radio and proceeds to call it in. As he hits the radio another tremor hits, this one bigger than the last. He takes the opportunity to punch the guard, and knock him out. His fists were weapons from years of boxing training. He wanted to escape his town anyway he could, even if it meant smashing a few heads around to do it. He grabbed they keys and locked the guard to the cell. Taking the gun with him. He knew what he was doing was stupid, how could he trust this man and his words. He just didn't trust the people he was working with even less, and he has his family to think about. He might not see them as much being a full time military soldier, that didn't stop him from loving them. He grabbed the keys as he opened the door to Steven's cell. Steve was sitting there with wet hair, wiping the dust out of his eyes from the collapsing ceiling.

What were you talking about when you mentioned Earthquakes? I said I just posted it to social media, I didn't do any crime, why am I here? No what do you know, what did you post? A Earthquake is about to happen that will tear America apart, literally. When is this suppose to happen? I don't know, I don't think anyone knows. All I know is that we are at the highest peak of danger ever recorded on the Ring of Fire. Another earthquake hits, this one much larger. Steve rushes past Franklin out into the waiting room hall. Help get my friends out, this place is breaking apart. Yes, yea hold on. Franklin walks over and opens Dylan's cell. Hurry up Franklin says's, we have to get to higher ground in case a Tsunami hits. Shit Steve says, I didn't think of that. He goes over to the next cell as opens the door, Mami is standing against the back wall looking at the ceiling. Hurry up he says we need to get you out. As she jumps off the cot and out of the room the ceiling collapses with the side of the building. Dylan, Mami, Steve and Franklin run to open the last door, only to find it buried with rubble. Dylan starts to cry as he tries to grab a hand that was sticking out. Franklin grabbed him and rushed him down the hallway. We need to get out before anything more happens, there is nothing we can do now. Hurry up now. Tears rolling down Dylan's eyes he feels nothing as he makes his way out the hallway. He wanted to marry her.

The building shakes as they rush to make it out. Dylan is dragging himself, almost giving up. It took a lot of energy to drag him out, Steve was getting tired. You will not give up brother he yells. This way the Captain yells, Steve follows him down a twisted broken maze. Hell for the inmates that might never find peace, buried in this tomb. They pass a group of people killed by the falling lobby as they make it out of the building. Over on the right, Franklin sees the chopper that was used to bring the Doctor, I wonder if that was him in the lobby. I guess we won't know now. He jumps in and starts the helicopter. We have enough gas to make it back to America, how far do we have to go to escape this? Taking into account Volcanoes erupting and air currents, we need to find stable ground past the rocky mountains. That entire area will fall unto itself. Saskatchewan is high and flat country, maybe up north where there is wildlife. We will never make it to Saskatchewan, where ever the fuck that is with what we have left in fuel. We can get to Florida but that's it. Dylan looks out the window when he notices a large wave coming towards them. Guys he screams, as Mami jumps in and buckles up. He points to the wall of water coming towards them. Hurry the fuck up! Franklin gets it started, hurry up everybody was yelling. This isn't a fucking Cadillac, shut up. It takes a moment to warm up. Mami lifts he feet to the dash of the Helicopter waiting to embrace the impact when the helicopter starts to lift off. Holy shit we are going to make it, Steven yells. AS Franklin lifts the helicopter, a line snags the carriage of the landing brace. The helicopter rocks back, as it starts to get dragged by the waters current. Reverse it, reverse it, Dylan screams as he sees the problem through the window. Franklin flies it in reverse and breaks away from the broken power lines and freeing them from the wave that was sweeping straight across Cuba. How far in America Steve says as he looks to the Captain? Florida. With a squeak in Steve's voice he repeats Florida? Yes. Oh shit, we need to find a better way to get out. No shit Sherlock.