High Roads Through Lowland

By Nichespur

Forbidden knowledge has kept us subservient to flawed human perceptions for centuries, but the original creators are returning now to set the record straight - once and for all.

Ever wonder what Good isn't? Or how a single All Knowing Omnipotent Being could possibly exist in a universe as large as ours? Or maybe even how something as small as you could ever come to mean anything to it, even after you die? Well come join Mr. Buronkers on the journey of a lifetime for some answers, after he chooses to take a ride with a group of rather different visitors to his ranch. "It Ain't going to be a Bible Thumper Trip mind you! But it still just might change everything you presently perceive of as real life. No matter how Edgy-cated you think...you are." Jim Buronkers

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312092259

Nichespur

Greetings from the insides of yet another external expression of individual reality, Being shared.I am here to reintroduce to the eternal ideal of fourth dimensional thought. So I hope you have come here looking for something different, because you have just arrived at yet another portal to such a place. For I don’t do conventional if I can help it. I’m not into ridiculous rebellion either. So I have always strived to take a good hard look at life, and find those other ways of looking at things that might grant us a different perception of the entire experience, and perhaps even a bit more valid one, despite our present philosophical trends or antiquated beliefs.To this then I write, with a focus on the arts, using unconventional lines and characters to confront all the conformity that rules our present sense of daze. Some might call me crazy just for doing that,and they might be right, based upon their present interpretation of reality. But I herein, have made an honest attempt to finally discern the difference between both the nightmare and the dream, for myself at least.Here’s hoping you will someday find the way to do the same thing too. In the interim however I can now offer you these tales:

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High Roads Through Lowland

High Roads Through Lowland

By Nichespur

Copyright  Nichespur 2014

ISBN: 978-1-312-09225-9

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This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be reproduced, sold or redistributed by anyone except the author and their designated agents. You can however purchase a copy of the book and give it as a gift to someone else. I don’t believe our copyright laws should be able to stop an honest desire to share your interest with others.  Just do so fairly please. And Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author just as much as he wishes to acknowledge and show his support for you.  That’s why most of us write in the first place.

Acknowledgements

I would like to acknowledge for all times sake, the undying support and contribution of  Daron Dierks of Dayville Oregon, who has shared in the development of  this work, since its inception -- even though it ‘apparently’ went against his own religion at first.

He is also a firm believer in truth and freedom of speech you see, which as a WWII veteran has always been something he figures was worth fighting for.

Fortunately, now that the book has been finished, he has acknowledged, that he sees something of real value in this work, and hopes that you will too.

God bless us all! says he.

Especially him...I hope!

Dedication

"Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience." C.S.Lewis

This book is dedicated to our future generations, who I hope will continue to live in peace and freedom for many generations to come, without the tyrannies of excessive governmental control, or socially reinforced moral and financial debt, which can and will turn them all into yet another form of slave to those who think...they have the right to rule everybody -- except themselves.

Of course in order for that to happen, it will require that my own generation has finally seen behind all the moral scams we are  ALL presently being  included in right now, and thus learn both how and why we must stand together and shut these systems down, in order to simply  evolve ourselves.

Thought Spot

"We are all victims of profound psychological stress brought about by centuries of cohabitating with pretense." Henry David Thoreau

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Absolute power corrupts absolutely - no exceptions - especially when it is supported by the ideals of petty ethics, moral self righteousness, and outrageous profits, because that is precisely how all good people begin...to turn bad.   Nichespur

Chapter 1

Rim rocks and range land is really kind of a strange land to discover a set of rather pretty high heels and well filled silk stockings shuffling in the dust just beyond your head.  But there they where, two fine female legs  apparently just waiting for me to notice them, as I lay on my back and tried to get the last bolt off the transmission case, beneath my old blue truck.

The truck had broken down out here in the middle of my ranch last winter while I was out trying to find a lost cow. So I just left it here until the world warmed up a bit in the spring. That had left me with a mile walk back home that night – four from the main road. So I really couldn’t figure how or why a set of such fine looking legs would be tapping their toes at me just beyond the beat up edges of my truck, especially with the first summers heat now rising in the air around us.

Besides that, there was this dang wasp that kept buzzing around my hands and face and the last nut was rusted on and putting up one hell of a fight, so all I could think to say between all my other grumbling was, You didn’t happen to bring some WD40 along with you did ya?

The feet sorta stepped back a bit, and I heard some shuffling in the ladies purse I suspected, and damned if she didn’t pitch a half empty can of good old WD under the car to me, and I was to say the very least, impressed. Started thinking about marriage even, as I sprayed the nut full round and gave the wasp a little spurt too.  I then said Thanks!  to the feet, before I gave bolt  the best dang whack with my wrench that I could in the limited spaces afforded me under the truck.

I then added, You must of missed all the no trespassing and private property signs down by the road huh.

She just sort of snickered over the top of the truck and then replied in a decidedly fine brunette voice, Yes, I guess I did.

I craned my head back on my shoulders and looked as far around me as I could, but I couldn’t see any other form of vehicle. Not even a bike?  Just the worn out old tires of my other old red hay truck, the hot dry rutted dirt road I was now laying on, and a whole lot of sage brush, which sort of explained how she had snuck up on me.

Sort of, but not entirely. I mumbled to myself, while I reefed on the bolt and finally got it to move a bit. I was also smart enough to shuffle back upon my shoulders as I cranked the last bolt off, because I knew there’d be a lot of transmission fluid coming out once the seal was fully broke. And God knows I didn’t want to slide out and greet this woman with a mess of old red transmission fluid on my face—not that the dirt I was now laying in was going to help all that much either.

She started pacing alongside the car, and then took a pause with her toes now turned around away from me. So I knew she was probably admiring the countryside or something, as the nut finally slipped off into the newly formed puddle of muck below it. And even though I couldn’t see how it could be, seeing as we were both about fourteen miles away from the nearest town, called Dayville Oregon, which would mean she would have had to cross some pretty knarly old dirt roads just to get here, but I then asked anyway just in case, You broke down or lost or something?

Nope. She replied with out even turning around, and now I was beginning to get worried that she might be some sort of Government agent or something. Maybe even one of them new Bureau of Land Management inspectors that was going to require I pay for some sort of environmental study they wanted to do on my own Got damned private property! But then she would have had to have had some sort of fancy new car wouldn’t she? Maybe even one of them almost silent electric half-breeds, or whatever in hell they’re called, which would have explained why I hadn’t heard her drive up, I think. But then I also figured she probably would’ve had to set a brief case down or something, just to fetch the WD out of her purse, if she was one of those?  And that got me thinking that maybe I ought to finish up my work and actually go out and talk with her in person like, because I really didn’t know what the hell was going on here.

So I pulled myself up by the tie rods under the engine, scrunched up my knees as best I could and gave the old tranny a good backward kick with my boot heels, and the whole transmission finally dropped down on the end of the drive shaft, broken gears and all, as I started working my way out from beneath the truck.

She moved to the front were I was intending on exiting, but I had the where-with-all to ask, Um… would you mind stepping back a bit…I wouldn’t want to be accused of trying to sneak a peak up your dress or something.

Oh yes! she replied quite obviously surprised and then complied as I began wondering if maybe she wasn’t some sort of college student who was going to try to sell me something. But then that didn’t really make much sense either, because college students rarely got dressed up these days, even if they were paid to do a job. So that meant she could have been some form of religious missionary trying to sell me on their version of good and God.

I took another look around the truck just to make sure I had all my tools and rags in hand. I even remembered her can of WD40 too, which kinda intrigued me, not only because she had it, but because it had also already been well used. That implied she had some sort of mechanical knowledge and experience herself, I thought, as I began pulling myself out.  What I couldn’t really understand though was, how in the hell had she gotten here, in high heels no less, and even more importantly why, as I took a breath and prepared myself for whatever was about to happen next.

The sun was blinding and quite obviously directly over head as I slid out, using the bumper for added leverage. That meant it had to be about high noon, which also meant this job had already taken a lot more time than I woulda liked. I had other fences to mend today too. So I knew I didn’t really need to be talking to strangers, no matter how pretty their toes had looked. So I simply elbowed myself up to the grill, set the WD40 to the side, and swung my hips and legs out until I could finally set my feet beneath me and calmly then just stood up with my back still stolidly set between us.

Call it a country caution if you like, but I didn’t want to appear all that concerned, so I began wiping my hands with the rag and plucked my old straw cowboy hat off the hood where I’d left it while working under the truck. I dusted it off a bit and then set it in its proper place before I slowly turned around to greet thee absolutely most beautiful long tall and quite buxomly brunette that I had ever met in my whole life! Her eyes sang the Doe’s song with an added diamonds sparkle, so large and finely set as they where, above her now softly smiling cheeks. She had perfectly combed blue black hair that curled off her firm trim shoulders like a swarm of dark matter swirling around in your dreams. And those lips! Those full and fleshy rose red lips, which now pursed themselves together as if she was quite aware that she was presently being appraised,  and then blossomed into an all to knowing grin, as I finally managed to pull myself together, and offer out my sorta then clean hand, Jim, Jim Buronkers actually, and you are?

Didi, you can call me Didi K. if you like.

Hum I sorta harumpfed as I considered how non informative that name really was. And pretty as she was mind you, I still didn’t really figure this was going to be one of those magic opportunities for romance. Indeed she was so finely dress for these parts, that I immediately started suspecting some sort of con job was coming next. So I started playing the nasty old rancher and asked a bit more firmly, Well then miss Didi K.. I ‘m sorry but I really have to ask… what the heck you doing here? This is all private land you know.

I actually was lying because just like the rest of central Oregon, my 1200 acres was composed of a patchwork of BLM and Forest service land which should have made it partially public too. But I figured she didn’t need to know that right now so I just went on, My land understand?  And you surely don’t belong here, even if you are just out taking a little stroll.

I paused to look at her finely clad toes again before I added, And those sure don’t look like hiking boots to me, so how the hell you get here?

A delivery. was all she said with a smile.

A delivery?  I balked trying to figure out if that meant, that was what she was here for, or how she’d gotten way out here. But then I knew I’d heard nothing but the wind in all the time I was working under the truck, so I scoffed, I don’t see how that could be, seeing as there’s no one else around here except me and you!

She just smiled at me again, snuggled her big old purse a little better on her left shoulder and then motioned to me with her right hand to look up, and so I did, only to be blinded by the sun again.

What… you trying to tell me you came in by helicopter or something? I now huffed almost angrily as I tried to rub the burning from my eyes. That done I then decided to take control of this here conversation and thus insisted, Well I’m sorry mam’e but that’s just not possible because I’da heard something… so you better start talking straight to me young lady before I call the Sheriff!

She sorta sighed and then reached into her purse again to pull out a pair of bug-eyed sunglasses and then handed them to me before pointing up again, this time with her pretty and quite carefully painted thumb.

So I decided to just oblige her and put the glasses on before I somewhat sullenly looked up again, only to find that it really wasn’t the sun that had been blinding me all along, but rather the brightly radiating and quite obviously still rotating bottom of what look to be an honest to Got danged flying saucer, that made absolutely no sound as it hovered about thirty-five feet above us both.

You probably could of flown a 747 through my gaping maw as I just sorta stood there quite dumb founded. This quite obviously wasn’t going to be one of yer standard sale pitches. No siry, it had a great deal of substance to it, as I watched the shimmering swirls of some sort of blue white metal floating silently above my head.

I’d never seen anything like it at the auto shop, or in the Navy, nor anywhere else for that matter. It looked to be some sort of electro magnetic alloy that flowed about the bottom edges of the disc. Almost like a lens shaped mirror, although I then realized that nothing was being reflected from it, not even the images of ground around me at the time, which should have been there if indeed this was some sort of newfangled chrome. But it just sorta hung there and would of looked like just another piece of sky where it not for the sunglasses I now had on.

I took the sunglasses off just to verify that hi-pothoseize, and had to look down at the ground again, almost as if I had been more than instinctively directed to do so. Indeed even my head was buzzing now as I rolled the sunglasses over in my hand, checking for makers marks or some sort of company logo.

There weren’t none, just a couple of shiny lumps on either side of the frame. They sorta looked like buttons so I rubbed my finger across the top right one, and sure enough the interior of the glasses changed.  They now seemed to be radiating a purple red almost blue green light themselves as I looked under my own brow line at the lady now standing only about four feet away from me.

She looked so prim and proper in her blue white 1960’s style dress.  So normal, except for the fact she was standing in the middle of a long dirt road that lead to nowhere else but my house. And I happened to know the louse that lived there, so I didn’t really figure she would have been coming out to visit a man like him, as I put the glasses back on and looked up again.

The bottom of the ship now looked to be quite motionless and so smooth that the only way I could of  told it was moving at all, was because I had the expectation that it had to have some sort of prop in order to be there.  Way up in the sky that is. But it wasn’t actually.  Moving I mean, as there was no denying I was seeing what I thought I saw. It was quite obviously as real as my own teeth, which I was beginning to grind a bit.

And that new setting on the glasses was apparently allowing me to see it in a whole new light.  Possibly something along the lines of infrared, I then supposed, remembering some of them new night scopes our own military now used. And that light showed me there was this brilliant sort of electro magnetic static racing in perfectly spaced braid like ripples across the bottom of the ship.

It sorta looked like one of them Internet videos I’d seen about the surface of the sun. Only those lines were actually moving as they radiated downward towards the center bulge where they were apparently just being resucked up into this blue white doughnut like hole that I thought at first, just emanated from the bottom of the ship.

But as I followed that doughnuts otherwise quite invisible lines – where it not for the glasses – outward I began to realize that they where just the inside of yet another doughnut forming a ball like circle around the entire ship! Sorta like one of the pictures of the earth’s magnetosphere that I’d recently watched on a PBS video about time and space.  A ball which was also even now surrounding me and my truck, which I was really begin to wish was still working, as I was kinda sorta getting itchy for some means of quick escape.

You said a delivery…  I paused both to catch my breath again, and try not to be too rude to what really could have been some sort of new fangled alien in my midst.  And God knows I didn’t wanna hafta become just another one of those so called abductees that now populated many of the web pages that I had read. No siry, I figured that would be rather hard to explain to my neighbors, as I added with all too suspicious breath, …so what you supposed to be deliver-run?

Well basically, just a message actually. She quipped, as I took another good hard look at her through the glasses.  She still looked decidedly human, although she wasn’t anywhere near quite so pretty as she once was, with all these light rays now radiating from her eyes and body.  Fact is her entire frame now glowed with that same  blue white energy surrounding it. Although there seem to be a set of about 7 other smaller balls of energy within the main big one, all fluctuating in a line up the full length of her torso to the very top of her head?

And yet her lips still glowed red as she smiled and said Those light balls are called your aura and chakras here on earth.  We all have them…you included.  But most of us would still need glasses like those in order to see them. They separate and amplify some of the subtlest wavelengths of light and thus allow us to see all kinds of  energy a little bit better than we ever could before.

Ah yes!’’ I replied trying not to appear too stupid to this Martian or what ever in hell she was.  I wasn’t certain about the lady part any more, but figured it still paid to be courteous in any case. So I tried to continue this friendly conversation, That’s a Buddhist thing isn’t it? I read something about that on one of them New health and healing web pages a couple months ago.  Didn’t pay it much mind though…probably because I’d never seen them before…so you one of them new wave Gurus or something?"

She just snickered once again, and then added, Nope…just another human being like you are.  Though I do have a little bit more knowledge and experience in these matters than I suspect you do.

Now it was my time to laugh ( and God knows I really needed to it seemed) as I started shuffling and spinning in my boots trying to work my way around the truck at my back, and kinda sorta laughed, No shit!

She caught me arms out and ready to grab me if need be, just as I made it to the edge of the right bumper.  I figured I coulda taken her, hidden space guns, mind control beams and all. Especially seeing as she had high heels on.  But then I couldn’t figure out where I was going to run after that.  Especially with that flying saucer hovering just over head, which probably could move a bit faster than I could run, or coulda just fried me with a laser beam as I did so. So I stopped in my tracks, almost hyperventilating now, as she began to coo to me. Please don’t be afraid. We are not here to hurt you… just let you know we Are… really here… you see?

Chapter 2

Tis said that truth is stranger than fiction, but it usually has to slap us in the face before we see that. This tends to make us cry out, attack, or start looking for yet another hole to hide in. So I did a little of all three just make sure I’d covered all the bases while my eyes darted back and forth between this obviously very real young lady and the unidentified flying object that was now quite literally floating above both our heads.

Why? I barked, "Why me?  Why now?  And why don’t you go land down in L.A or something – there's a lot of movie fans and other such space cadets down there that might actually even appreciate your being here.  And hell, shouldn’t you be talking to the government first?  I mean I’m nobody you ought to be concerned with, just a pretty