Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 20

By Steve Howard

Day 290 a few days later. A day was needed for touching down. So back to Earth. And we had a 20 hour walk. A little nutty. Something happened about 22:00 on the first of March. All lined up. And I was the receiver. The beast head. And that was a fine line thing. The world shut down and as still as it has been in many years. The transition from the old age to the new age. A big event that mostly went unnoticed. For no one who says they believe have an idea what that means. For we live in the world of grand illusion.

Anyhow. Some ideas are off the wall and pointless but some need to be thought about. I was grabbing at all of them. We see, you and me, what we can use. Everything is different already.

Day 291. Now we have our bearings and focus some on Moses. Taking it easy and maintaining calm. For I am Moses as I am Esau and Albert and Omar. The beast head is the rep for the story line wherever the story taken takes us.

The point being explained, one of them, is that our 6,000 years of war were necessary. Now if you are a student and have to write an essay, this is a cool topic. For here we are in the space age at the correct time and if we had been peaceful, chill living under the coconut trees, we would not have been ready. Is that just luck or is it instinct. As in we do not have freewill. Another essay topic. If you know what you want, if you follow your instinct, you have no freewill.

Log 292 stays mostly on topic and the topic is mostly Moses. And Moses was mostly about laws and killing people not following them. We get into Numbers so all the murdering is in house. The cool genocide stuff is our last book of the Torah. And we all love that book. For now we will be pleased with getting a quick look at the rules. For ain’t nothing more fun than having a religion with rules. It gives believers some framework. An identity. The wearing a scarf on your head thing is still a thing. And oh the attention the beautiful tall blond girl got in the store this morning. The store worker with her hair covered pretended not to notice the men flocking like goats to an apple cart. Was she jinn. I think so.

Day 293 has the telling of a little walk through the city before getting back to finish Numbers. And it is brutal. The killing of Israelites by their own soldiers to keep them in line and despondent, angry and ready for genocide. And that was the deal. Invade, kill all but virgin girls, take all. Make the children into sex slaves. The Torah is brutal. Not recommended for children.

There is a little fun with Balaam. And well worth reading the original. If like me you don’t read Hebrew, get the Jewish Publication Society translation. Do avoid King James. He was a miserable bastard. A bit like Moses.

Day 294 After this, we will have war no more. Deuteronomy is just a retelling of laws and chanting to get ready for killing the enemy. But not before the end of the Torah. And we thought we might go on after that but we will quickly leave it for returning to our Second Genesis and a few other stories.

Day 295. We done with Moses and do mention that we crossed the river to take our genocide to the Canaanites. Humans and their genocide. Be good to stop that and try peace. There are advantages to peace. A world of plenty is just the start. There is also waking up to heaven. So many want to die for it yet. When all we need do is reach out our hands and make it be. Fix the shit we broke. Throw off the yoke.

The narrator, next day, is having Bible withdrawal. A little odd, one could think. Especially for a firm nonbeliever in the sanctity of holy writ. But like they say, everyone likes some random references.

297. Short note. Still adjusting and the next day the same.

On day 299 we have a visit with Little Bunny and his friends. And the ship sails the short distance to the northern town to make port. Barbaralba, Namor and Narnok make a little music.

300 was a bit of getting ann

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Howard
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005850265

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 20

Steve Howard 773U5

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The head of the beast was walking toward New Saarbrücken after a little trip that we will get to. My goddess does not work in mysterious ways. When I saw the two vans driving down onto the narrow path, walking path along the mighty Saar. I knew they had water. And I could not go on without water. I would ask.

They, the four young French men, had just started on their lunch break when I stood before them looking a little beaten.

I need water. Please.

Now that took a while. I don’t know the word for water in French. I do, but I couldn’t get to it. So I animated, tried English, German and Spanish, pointed to the river and the drinks they had. Then the young man sitting at the back of the truck got up to get his water from the front of the truck.

It was almost a full bottle of cold water with little gentle bubbles and a bit of sour lemon. It was what I needed to make it home to my private water source.

We need water along walking trails. I tried one faucet in an earlier town. No water. I’m going to fall over. Why do I walk along a river and can find no water to drink.

We must have accessible drinking water. Everywhere on Rare Earth.

Those four French Men were my most recent Miracle. Not mine. For me.

After book 19, I was manic. My head was stuck in the wedding loop and if I smoked a joint I could not get myself to shut up with my madness. After Luna, Last Universal Nana Ancestor. Feel free to find a better scientific word for Nana. I can’t. So whenever we closed the 19th book, up until the 1st of March, I had the party with Johns and Brians and Peters. And my favourite Musicians, Scientists and religious leaders.

I had the wrong date. That date is Luna’s 18th birthday. 2023, July 28th. It will be in New Saarbrücken. Anna Girl and Chrissy or Krissy, the second one. They will get whatever they need. Stan and his friends will help.

And why, besides the indulgence of madmen and the Goddess, would this party be world wide.

Luna needs a big diamond ring.

The biggest, not in the universe. All the way around the universe.

Obviously we cannot send ships to deal with it. Like we mentioned. Luna is a baby universe. In Earth time, about 14 months.

So when Luna and Steve need things, it is because we need peace and quiet and love or we cannot work. All of which needs to happen now.

Until the 28th of July 2023. And the celebration will be. Everyone will be gods and goddesses in an eternal universe.

The Holy Cow is still growing. She will be big. As big as the cow that had her. Plus minus very little. In my madness, I was going out to the street, looking for Luna, unless a bit of sanity kicked in and I looked at the sky. And there it was. The three sisters and the head of the bull. The lock in. The moment after the lockdown.

So, with 6 books that I had from COD, a few days before, I was out the door again, looking for my ride to the wedding party. I decided, after looking at my options, to follow the moon. It was looking at me at the end of the street.

I did. I went into the construction site and there was no party there, so I took the most likely path, bulled my way through a slight opening in the fence and continued to follow the moon and the 3 sisters.

When I came to the round about, I continued on the walking path toward the silo. No party there. So I went into the woods. The moon was bright so I had more than enough light.

Take the path.

I had passed my favourite path and in the dark it was not so easy to find. I did, enjoyed the walk on my way to the open area where one often sees dogs, with their humans. And the rest of the path to bridge to St. Arnual. For people. Big enough for cars. But there is no need for cars in a protected area.

I was eventually on my way to follow the moon, having bulled my way over a six foot fence to get back on the street. On my way to France.

The Nana of Luna can be a little irritating. Bitchy. And since she is in my head as much as I am, I have no choice. I kept walking. She told me to stop touching my money. I had 55 in cash, dropped it and the change in my pocket at the side of the road and kept walking through the night. I was to walk until morning light.

I may have called her a bitch a few times. I was not permitted to stop for water. I was to keep my thirst. Most of the time I was enjoying myself. Walking on the highway. Going nowhere until daybreak.

Then I finally said. Fuck this. I was fucking upset. My little Luna is fucking with me. How the fuck, with no money, I gonna get back home for some fucking water. I had been a little thirsty when I left my apartment.

Nana didn’t like it when people spit. I didn’t spit because I was not interested in any moisture leaving my body. I had started my mad bullish walking at 22:00. It was 06:00 or so, whenever it gets light.

I started walking back at a slower pace, back up the road. It was a more pleasant walk back. Luna had let me be and had I seen water I would have drank some.

No water nowhere. Not one clover for a little relief. Keep walking. I eventually noticed the narrow path along the Saar. Why ain’t I over there where I don’t have to deal with automobiles racing by me.

The next bridge got me over to the narrow path.

Much better.

I needed to have the occasional break. My first one was my start of the path. I pulled my legs over a bench of a picnic table and watched a water wheel and the river. A rushing of water over a human made waterfall. The sound was medicine. I closed my eyes for a few minutes, then pulled my whipped legs from under the table and started walking.

I had learned my lesson. My lesson was that Saarbrücken is the hot spot and Luna and I are in it. If I smoke a joint in Saarbrücken and go off on a rave in my head, she can’t work. So if I want to smoke a joint, I need to be well out of the city. Or. And this is too cool, I’m working. For that we need our telephone. And the top scientists. Especially those, so all of them, about gravity. The brain of Big Luna. Big Baby Luna.

Efficiency.

You. The most economical way. Always.

Who are Luna and Steve.

As we all know, about 4 billion years ago, there was life on the mother planet. Half a billion years it took before I met Luna. I bulled my way into her and neither of us was interested in consuming each other for food. She wrapped me up in her love and we found a new way to consume energy. Together. Working together made things much better.

We started splitting apart to make more of us. About a half billion years ago, when Luna was 13 billion years old. Or there about. A baby yet born to awareness. With 13 billion years of instinct. Nothing she pushed had the decency to grow a proper brain. And our hands are perfect. She finally had it. Humans. There wasn’t much she could do with them. Making them kill each other over religion and land was the most efficient way, the only way, to get them up to speed for what is now happening.

For those wondering if a 20 hour walk is necessary. Yes. It was our reunion. Not since 600 million years ago. She was my Nana. And she was my Goldie. Knocking me flat with her love. Keeping me honest. She knew that tart was nowhere near my mother’s. The lesson was not for me. She knew I couldn’t lie to her. Not over a fucking tart. And she was in my head. Lying to her be kidding myself.

The lesson was for my parents. Stevie will not lie to protect the feelings of his Nana.

So, before getting into any stories.

The first thing Luna and Steve need is a visit to the zoo. There is a polar beer there waiting to see me since many years. I must