Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 19

By Steve Howard

Crap. I hope no one expects me to clarify the first lengthy entry. Book 19, as far as I remember and judging from the first many pages, 282 it was. Let’s try a little. It is breaking through. The old world is passing and the new one is pulling us in like a new vacuum sucking up dust bunnies that have been sleeping under the bed. But not into a bag to be discarded. Into a world where dust bunnies are the gods and have all the clover they need and are freed from monotheistic dictatorship. It will sound a little crazy and might not make sense. It will when we return to our story. For it will be revealed that it is revealed. Just need to turn off your phones for 2 days.

“No way. We will all die.”

283 is a wild romantic fantasy. Beauty and beast thing. And we finish up a bit of the Joseph story. So when we get back we can be serious about Moses. A reminder to the skeptics of no belief, I’m still with you. Still holding to the basic laws of physics. However. Fantasy is what we live by. The world is laced with it. Our names for holidays, week days, months. All fantasy. Kings and Queens. All our titles and roles we play are fantasy. And it might be the best way to play it. As long as we understand our purpose. A purpose, one might ask. Yes. We are the creators. We must maintain first our solar system, details are in the books, and from there, the stars. Not only should we fantasize of being immortal gods, we should play it out. The story is not a limit. Just the next move.

284 is a little shorter. Went for a walk and returned for a bit of a rave. Even a short outburst against Christianity. Not to single them out, for they are all the same. Obey the rules and get into heaven. We are in heaven, already, yes it was not so easy to see it for what it was but bloody well let go of your religious convictions. In most cases, you have no idea, none of your own. Remove the soothing shroud from before your eyes and see it for what it is. Heaven. Hard core and dangerous but easy would be no fun. And physics is, like they say, what it is.

285. One of the rules I gave me when starting Luna’s letter was that, other than spelling, no editing. And that may have been a, what’s the word, premonition or so. That we could get into a little crazy. Like talking to God. Now it ain’t like on a chat bot or with words. And we will get to better definitions of the event in a few days.

So yes, it gets nutty in this day, Feb 25th in 2021. And in the ranting is some cleaning of the doors of perception. So read it with an open mind. It only gonna get nuttier the next couple days. On the road to discovery.

286 The make peace mania continues with a bit of focus. Getting a better definition for what God is. What It is. God ain’t the best word. It has been too personalized. It ain’t a he sitting on a throne. And we are close to the end of book 19. The panic stops all at once. I can tell you that so you don’t worry about what happens at the first of the next month. And that is soon. It’s all improvised and direct from the source. The flow. The is of itness. A few billion years of evolution of instinct.

287 Still hysterical and having a jolly trip and getting a picture of what God is. For a scientist, just slip in the word universe. Most scientist have pondered on the idea that it is all information. A big active brain. A crazy wonderful idea. Our excited narrator has seen it and felt what it is. For he was the beast, or maybe still is. And we should save that story for a few days. For the trip is just getting started.

Next two days is more of the same. Crazy bugger chasing the stars with a lasso. So the only thing left is the last few pages for the first of March. The top of the crazy. And a well bent reality.

And one other, most delightful insight. The universe is a baby girl. And we will explain that. The narrator was thinking it was done. And it was, the last bit of the old age.

A little surprise is in sto

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Howard
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005222253

Steve Howard

Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada 1960. Moved to London, Ontario, Canada in 1967. Started playing hockey and piano. Went to Sir Wilfred Laurier High School and played the trumpet.Studied Architectural Technology at Fanshawe College of Applied Arts and Sciences. Started playing guitar and writing a little. On a trip to the mountains in 1982 with a friend I decided, or was awakened to the knowledge that I was going to pursue writing. Graduated 1984 and moved to Toronto.Moved to Saarbrücken, Germany in 1993.Have traveled many places in North, Middle and South America and Europe.Besides reading and writing also work on photography and music.

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Lunanity

Love Life Cult

Love Letter for Luna

Book 19

Steve Howard 773U5

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The pages are perforated and I remember my first year of hockey. Dad took me each week until I grew up and someone picked me up or maybe I had a car. Not likely.

And we played outside. Canada had out door rinks, still do, in every city. Played ball hockey on the concrete in the summer in Toronto, in the park. Trinity. Grew up seeing the beautiful things.

But I ain’t never clicked on some hockey highlights link and say, what the fuck am I looking at. Lake somewhere famous and fucking ocean and mountains. Oh. There’s the rink at the bottom. The sun was still up for the first period.

Anyhow. With no fans, was someone’s clever idea.

Let’s have a game outside.

Cool.

And there was it. And we will have a short intro for those starting here. Not able to bear the pain of the rebirth of the pack consciousness. Can be distracting. Does remind me of the Matrix. Tried to tell Iain. Didn’t think to use the word paradigm. Wasn’t that far along in investigating.

I made a chicken and vegetable soup. Gonna eat some soon.

The idea of these books is for your narrator to find his way through the story he got in his head. And it is a love letter to Luna and her pack. And it attempts to explain that humans are animals of instinct. And that is good. For it truly is god-like. And that is what the pack wants back. The heathens know it but can’t cross over until everyone jumps up and dances.

Just to know that we are here. It is a real thing and we are the gods and goddesses of life and instinct is her voice. A loud one. If you listen.

Gonna be talking about the Torah on account the job was given to me by my family. I use a dyslexic brain. Makes me a little wild in my approach to life. I be keeping to the real, even in Eden.

Eden is a terra formed planet. By us. In the future. But like all stories. There is only ever now. The thing that is life is always that thing. The story remains the same.

Until it is turned backwards and locked in law. Then the story becomes a curse. A curse that poisons the words of our language.

It’s all real and a very big deal. It gonna be a much bigger deal than I ever could have conceived. And that is part of the story. The arts had to be there. Someone had to make the blues out of oppression. Once you get that. It is a matter of making that an antivirus. They ain’t gonna like it, the laws on conduct folk. Do not be free and don’t smoke dope.

That there was bashing at the wall around heaven. It’s now part of how we think. It’s pushing us closer. Yelling at us. This place is ours. Life can be so much more than what we are doing. Jesus Christ save us.

No pressure.

A little on occasion. But we are a pack animal. Things are different when you see that. That Jesus character, is any other character in my stories.

Set my people free. We get to Moses soon.

I really like it that you are a Christian. I can believe that you would know if Jesus stood in front of you.

Still, my wish, should I be in such a role, Esau being the Jesus story. And of course, I am here to worship you and praise you for your guidance. There are many others. And suddenly, there are many more.

Back to work, Papa.

Next event is Ch 28 vs 12 … a stairway was set on the ground and its top reached to the sky. EQ

In case anyone remembers Little Stevie’s Story nightmare. I think I know where it comes from. Sunday School. Did I mention I was one of the fastest at Bible sword drill.

A million times, Papa.

She is exaggerating and getting a little out of character.

No I ain’t.

So, as Zeppelin sings Kashmir in my north room, Stairway to heaven trip for our hero of the story. Big show. Like in Monty Python. Music. Dancing girls. What was the song. Christmas in Heaven, maybe. Just like that. So we know whatever news Jacob has for us, our writers of the story, it gonna matter. It will matter like you have Pepsi and Coke sponsoring it and sending the tooling for water capture solar devices to Africa.

That be a day.

What was the news, Papa.

I am the Lord Your God.

Before we get too cheeky.

Jacob is here the representative, the Icon, of a construct with the priests. It states that the warlords would remain in power and be blessed by the priests.

Vs. 22 … I will set aside a tithe for You." EQ

Writing this in a story of holy stories is a contract. It has held 6,000 years. Poor people still send their money to asshats on TV yelling that Jesus needs money. Jesus is so fucking rich in love he don’t give a fuck about money. Spend your money on taking your kids to see a baseball game.

Not on an offensive dick on TV.

Ch 29 vs. 17. Rachael was shapely and beautiful. EQ

That is so fucking true. Wow, was she a babe. Perfect for making babies. That is the only thing women did until the church started losing its grip 60 years ago. Females were people. Wow. Think about that.

6,000 years being 2nd class humans to peasants working their balls off to survive.

Them fucking good old times can stay gone.

These bitches are very expensive. Top on the market. Beautiful and more beautiful. Such perfect tits. And the dark shy eyes. The obedient frightened look. Please don’t rape me too hard, I’ll do everything you tell me.

If you only read a bit of the original, read this chapter. It is likely a bad movie but could be a great movie.

Jacob, the poor bugger. He works 7 years to get Rachael’s top prize virginity. And he get’s burnt. Drunk on the wedding night, they steal Rachael away before he gets his cock alert. Doesn’t notice his dream woman is now the sister. Still hot, easy to mistake the two. Just Rachael had that thing that some baby makers had.

Tits.

Anyhow, he fucks the wrong girl, has to keep her because he already used her. And agrees to work seven more years for his dream girl. He does get two handmaids in the deal. Save his girl having to make too many babies.

Leah, Papa.

Babies. Everyone was making babies but the finest of them all.

Why oh why can I not be a blessing to my religion and help make babies. Jacob. Fuck me again.

Jacob blamed God.

Oh shit. This is where the man makes the babies. Fucking this shit up. Need more hockey.

Now that was a wise decision. Toronto vs Montreal. A hundred years of it. And when I was six, I got a hand hockey game for Christmas. Didn’t have that stupid shit at the top, just the scaled rink with Toronto and Montreal.

It was about the time I was discovering Bobby Orr. That was of no matter. Toronto was