The Animogal: 1, #2

By :Jonathan FABLE

In the 90's, streetlife of crime, drugs and graffiti, we follow one boy as he struggles on a path that would certainly be his end.

Near destruction he cries out for help and his single mother is there to provide for him an opportunity to change his life.

The drastic change from city to small island life, he finds skill, courage and determination to change his life experience, only to be led down another rabbit hole of illusions and control.

From protesting and handing out flyers on trains he finds himself in one of the highest positions on the land...

Only thing is, he has no idea how he got there...

With the world in a moment of gathered attention, he takes the stage to bring about the awareness to the people that turns out to have tragic consequences for everyone.

Part of a plan he was unaware of while under mind control and influences of powers beyond his comprehension, he started a fire that would end up burning down the entire world.

The Animogal resides in every one of us and to think for a second it can't happen to you...think again!

part 2 of the MOGA SAGA... the show must go on!

 

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: :Jonathan FABLE
• Release date: Feb 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201359386

:Jonathan FABLE

Growing up on Ridgewood Queens/ Bushwick Brooklyn in the 90's Jonathan was at an epicenter of graffiti and crime. His first arrest was at the age of 9, handcuffed to a radiator and threatened by the polce in the 104th precinct if he didn't give them his name he would go to Spofford juvenile detention center and get raped. He everntually did go to the detention center and mental institutions from his wild and erratic behavior but did not suffer that fate. In an apartment on the forth floor he had access to a firescape and could not be contained. He went to more than 6 different schools by the time he was 15 years of age and over 2 years combined in situations where he was being detained. One school inside Creedmore psychiatric hospital where every door was locked and metal detectors welcomed you and everyday 11am or so was 'medication time' where he and his peers would line up for the daily dose of numbing the mind. Now abandoned. Drugs had become an integral part of his life but not the ones prescribed by doctors. At age 9 smoking a blunt with his blood brother on a roof they spoke of how lucky they'd be to survive to 15. He did and around 18years old at the almost point of complete destruction smoking crack, sniffing heroine and the list goes on, he awoke to knowledge that saved him from complete disaster. His graffiti name was saev and a god complex emerged as he bagan to read all bibles and religions to find the answers he was looking for. When he was 21 he began to write his story entitled "Bushwick to Broadway' and was on his way to realising his dream when he ran into Courtney his brother from the block he grew up on. Courtney was traveling around the US doing editing for big stars and musicians and the timing could not have been better. Courtney returned for a funeral and attended his own sadly at 29 years young from a dust off computer product he was inhaling to get high. He and Jonathan just started to build the MOGA and the first step was setting up as a non profit organization. They met with lawyers and the case was in motion. 3 days after receiving the news is when his mother found Courtney's body on a couch not with us any longer. Jonathan writes the Mission2Moga in memory of his dearly departed brother and taps into a realm where his brother did not pass and they went on to build the MOGA!

Book preview

Chapter 1

T he Moment Of Great Awakening has arrived

yes I feel it too

Staring out the tower of a magnificent graffiti inspired architectural masterpiece, stood several people overlooking the city and all the chaos in the streets. 

A great darkness was upon the world and the birth pains were being felt. The people were fed up and everything seemed to be falling apart. It was the greatest recession the world had ever experienced and a global network of billionaires and trillionaires were attempting to reset it. The people did not trust them and the way of things going was extreme. The farms could not afford fuel and seeds while the erratic weather and fires destroyed crops. All of a sudden many farms themselves were mysteriously catching fire and the food supply was dwindling.

At the same time the mega rich so called philanthropists were scooping up farmlands for pennies on the dollar. People could not afford their rents and jobs were hard to find as the world was switching over to use of robots and AI. The virus that shut down the entire world where citizens were being forced to accept experimental injections of nanotechnology, people were coming to realize was entirely staged. Just like the proxy wars and fake news being broadcast as the technology and advancements behind closed doors rapidly increased.

Nearly everyone on earth had a cell phone with a camera and microphone. Everything was being recorded and gathered as data for the improvement of AI and machine learning increased. It wasn’t long before those servers were hacked and the truth was out there for everyone to see. Whistle blowers and insiders were washing their hands clean and confessing to the world what happening behind closed doors.

The die hard supporters and unaware all began to awaken to the truth of what their governments and institutions were doing now. The so called leaders were showing their true faces and everything was coming to light as protests and demonstrations continued throughout the world. They were supposed to protect and serve the people but turns out they were only protecting and serving themselves off the backs of the indentured servants and modern day slaves.

There was one leader who the world looked to and had been on a pedestal for years as one the people. A man coming up in the streets being raised by a poor single immigrant mother. It was something all the people were able to resonate with as the elite had their day and it was over for them. When he took the stage and started dropping knowledge and telling the world the truth the whole system fell apart. The speech of speeches, the one that would burn down the entire playhouse but not only his speech what he did really pushed the world over the edge.

The plan had been in effect and even he was unaware of the entirety of it as everything began to unfold. At the event that would change this world forever he went on in nearly every spoken language, quoting anyone of history’s past with anything of relevance to say to wake the world up and break themselves free from the chains that bound them. When the emergency broadcast went off and the missiles started flying and people were scrambling for cover, the world would experience something on a devastating scale that would change the way we live forever.

...30 years earlier, where it all started...

Chapter 2 

‘Y o, you got the bolt cutters?"

Fuck I look like?

Just asking, keep your panties on son!

Let’s go!!

This insane well organized graffiti crew rushed the train yard with duffel bags filled with paint. They moved from train car to car with the speed and agility of a ninja. Like a well oiled machine they transformed the train cars into a moving art exhibit. With top to bottom whole cars, they lit an entire train up.

Their art expressed their undesired condition. From politics to urban struggles, paying fines and bills, cops killing kids, evil politicians, phony priests and celebrities abusing their power and all the children who silently suffered. They put on a display to bring awareness to all those who wished to turn a blind eye and go about their daily illusion and 9-to-5 workday.

Each of the artists had a story of their own to tell behind every character sprayed upon the train. There was pain that was shed upon those cars. It showed their innermost hurt and disgust with the world they were rebelling against. Some pain too hard to speak of, or put into words, but they made it felt when that paint hit the steel. Risking their freedom and life as if you got too close to the third rail it was game over to express their hearts.

As they were finishing up the last car a spotlight came on and flooded the train yard.

That’s our queue!

Helicopters began to circle the train yard as they got their shit together to bounce! They could hear the walkie-talkies and boots shuffling through the yard as they made their escape!

We have you surrounded! Stay where you are! Nobody move and nobody will get hurt!

The voice of Authority from a loudspeaker traveled throughout the yard from the helicopter above. The crew was ready though! With smoke grenades and a line of birthday cakes shooting off mortars the helicopters quickly maneuvered out of a disastrous situation. While in the smoke they broke out back to the freight line tracks all dressed in black and made their way through to the cemetery. Soon enough they found themselves free for the moment with adrenaline still rushing through their veins!

Yo! Brilliant idea with the mortars! That was sick!

Smoke grenades made it official though! You gotta thank him right there for that one!

Hahaaa!!!

They took a moment to celebrate and pay respect to their efforts in coming off so sweet. They chilled behind the convenience store getting ready for their next lil adventure. Pulling out little baggies from their pockets sharing some candy and lighting up blunts, they replayed the event giving each props, laughing and joking. They were all on cloud 9 and the world was theirs for the taking.

Chapter 3

H ey, hey what are you doing?! Put that back on the shelf! As the store owner watched helplessly as these kids ran in an out of his store with cases of beer, bags of ice, Slim Jim’s off the counter, and snacks falling out their pockets. They dipped behind the store back to the abandoned tracks towards an old abandoned factory. In a flash they made their getaway.

Keep an eye out...don’t blow up the spot!

Keep talking to me like I’m some sucker and you gonna see what’s up son!

Yeah aight, we’ll see!

For Real!?

They were always testing one another in the sort of pecking order whose tougher and who stands where. Who had the nicest hand skills, always prepared to throw hands at the drop of a dime, but always ended with a pound, hug an a smile. They quickly made their way into the factory to meet up with the rest of the heads holding down the spot.

The kings have just entered the building!

We have arrived!

awww shit!As the girls and fellas stood around watching them show off their exploits. The floor just kept getting filled with more and more goodies. A garbage can filled up with ice and beer as they continued showing off what was being pulled from their pockets, sleeves, bags and hold up a couple snacks in a hoodie.

10?

Come on chewing gum?

He stole a box of cereal! That has to count for like at least 4 items!

They compared as the floor was filled with all types of goodies.

C’mon now you didn’t steal that from the store?

Someone got robbed for it though!  a bit of drugs made its way into the pile in lil baggies.

The girls watched and smiled as the guys were like kids but thorough as the most seasoned vet, pushing each other, slap boxing, wrestling and catching tags and fill-ins with what paint remained. They tagged over every surface in the abandoned factory. The alcohol was just keeping the body hydrated and lowering inhibitions while smoking, sniffing, tripping, popping pills, the show just kept on going.

The night went on and on as some of the crew got lucky with the ladies, others in a pile of vomit or passed out, while one or two spoke politics and the occasional conversation with a wall took place and the jokes didn’t stop either.

Blawww! You ain’t say spike when you sat down son!

Still! With that shit? as he paused to take a breath and stood there holding his chest after catching a direct shot to the soloplex.

Walkamotion fool!

O I’ll show you bad habits son!

They loved every minute of it!

This crew was a mess! The world made them this way some might say...Some with pain beyond comprehension and circumstances too difficult to mention.  The mentioning of it was taken as a sign of weakness like Why you getting all emotional son? 

Solace was nowhere to be found, no doctor, no adult or anyone to really help, that they could turn to. The life they created was their way of a coping mechanism of escape that took on all the world’s issues, instead of facing their own. While drugs, alcohol and psychedelics only led them further and deeper down the rabbit hole, the matters within remained unsettled.

As the sun rose the half dead zombies slowly exited the factory keeping an eye out for ‘popo’ as they realized their faces and hands completely covered in paint. Taking a can of the paint thinner stashed outside was all they had to clean up, a fairly clean puddle and ripped t-shirt as a rag, they polished themselves up a bit.

The summer sun was beaming outside and reality for some started setting in. They slowly parted ways into their day.

Peace fam, catch you fellas later. They gave each other daps and kept it moving.

They all went in different directions as this one brother stumbles and wobbles side to side down the freight tracks still slightly tripping and the coke wearing off, the alcohol starts to set in. He takes a seat on the tracks to look up at the spinning sky. Life hits him in the form of a flashback to when he is just a little boy.

He could see himself in a high chair making a mess of his food as his mom and pop go on and on arguing and fighting. The vision quickly jolts him back on his feet and makes him aware of the patrol car on the street as he dips and ducks behind a tree.

A freight train then comes rolling through where he was just about to pass out and he cracks up quietly at first, then to a loud roar of laughter. The sound of the train muffled his noise out and the cops kept it moving. He stares up at the sky through the leaves and branches asking what the fuuuck? and smiling with in a semi-lucid stupor he digs in his pocket to find another tab he left behind for safe measure like a good little cub scout.  He knew if he took the tab normally it would have no effect, so he puts it under his eyelid and continued walking down the tracks back towards his lab.

Chapter 4

The cemetery approaches him on his right so he decides to make a detour and check up on a few departed friends before calling a night. He climbs the fence real sloppy like ripping his jeans on the barbed wire, and cutting his hands up. Meanwhile there’s an open gate a few hundred feet ahead. He walks through the cemetery checking up on the loved ones he lost to the life he currently walks as the trip started kicking in.

Standing there about to cross the ave with his arms crossed his chest, slightly swaying from side to side, a bus comes flying down the ave transforming into a warhorse. The sirens screaming as the cars flew by and passing ambulance came to life as strange screaming animals and two pigs in a cruiser,  passes by slow,  looking real suspect.

The light turns greenish and all the cars stop as he snaps out of it into some other hallucination melting across the avenue. Not moving fast enough the light changes and everyone stares waiting patiently for this stumbling kid to cross the street. He continues into the cemetery deeper and deeper passing the graves of people who left the world and left him behind.

As he stood leaning against the tomb with a blank stare at the names and symbols over them, some of the good times he had passes his eyes and how much he misses them. The tears fall down his cheek only to quickly recompose himself as he starts to get angry, feeling so weak and vulnerable...

He quickly gets up!

Fuck you! Fuck you leave me for? What the fuck! Selfish fucks! What about me? What about your family? Your brothers, your sisters, your kids... just gonna go up and leave!? What the fuck? Who gets to decide huh? This is life?!!! sadness and tears to cursing rage, he walks away wiping the tears from his face as a groundskeeper drives by slow looking at him.

He screams What,  the fuck you looking at?! the Groundskeeper kept his distance in his lil golf cart picking up his walkie-talkie and he ice gills the man as he turns and walks slowly to the exit ready to badly hurt someone.

Chapter 5

By this time it’s nearly noon and the widow for getting in the house had passed hours ago. He stumbles into the park around his crib and chills in the handball court hopping in a blunt cipher and grabbed a beer out of a cooler.

Yo I got that sweet spot up on the line! You down? One of his crew asks if he’s interested in going bombing as he looks at him like Of course I’m down! Fuck I look like?

With completely empty pockets still slightly tripping he shows rabbit ears as he pulls his empty pockets out his jeans.

Aight, let’s go then! both smiling as they made their way out of the park.

They walk up the block after a few more blunts, handball games, some 40’s an a few blasts of white to climb a fire escape to a rooftop and hop on the catwalk back to the train platform. They scan the whole scene to make sure the coast is clear. They look around for a bit and one heads up to the stairs to be look out while the victim is chosen.

Some construction worker waiting for the train slipping, listening to his walkman with no awareness of what was about to happen. With a lunchbox and backpack this construction worker is listening to his walkman acting like it can’t happen to him. As the train approaches he runs up on the worker and catches him. Putting him in a yoke and drops him pulling him behind the utility box on the platform as the other looks out to be sure no one getting off the train or coming up the stairs is police, detecs or any heroes.

The conductor looks out his window to a few passengers getting on and off the train and either no one noticed or no wanted to. The people’s day continued normally as the construction workers eyes rolled into the back of his head. The train leaves the station and most people clear out as the other train approaches. I could use me a pair of boots, what size is them shits?

C’mon let him keep his boots at least son

Ahh you getting soft?

Aight whateva man, get em

They perfectly time it like they had done before as the next train pulls up towards the station like clockwork towards the city and they hop on the train to their destination. While in the train, they got eyes on everyone. Everyone avoids eye contact except this one grandma who is not having it, looks directly at them and shakes her head.

Yeah grandma, it is a beautiful day so, let’s keep it that way.

She looks into the distance almost right through them and avoids trouble as they both turn to look out the window pointing out rooftop spots on the line. Keeping a constant eye over their shoulder and every time the doors open sticking their head out checking to see who gets on and off the train. They were always on point.

Oceanic, you saw that?

Word like water my son... yeah after ragging that piece, looks like that fool don’t wanna live.

That’s what I wanna go over later... show these fools a bit about respect! You don’t go over the dead! What the fuck is wrong wit these clowns!?

They just don’t get it...

Yea til they toe tagged and that zipper goes up to everlasting darkness...then they’ll get it

Word

The train approaches the next station and the graffiti filled rooftops fill their eyes wide. They smiled as they caught tags throughout the car with shoe polish ink drips and a couple scratchies that’ll last.

"And that rooftop right there... we going over there son and we going over