“I’m sorry, Crystal,” he half-whispered to her. It was dark in the living room with just a single light on in the kitchen. He’d caught her up, restless, doing the dishes. He was sitting on the couch, waiting for her to make time for him. He’d finally learned to wait. It’s such an important concept when engaged in the cold war of disapproval.
She was standing in the doorway, a silhouette due to that faint light from the next room. Diego couldn’t tell if she’d heard him or not. She was incredibly still, like a statue. Eventually, she inquired, “For what?”
That caught Diego off guard. He’d expected her to know exactly what he was apologizing for. He was being a narcissistic asshole in that moment, too, might God add. In fact, most of Diego’s behavior was incredibly narcissistic in general. He appeared to care about Crystal, but if you take into consideration all the facts, he just didn’t really care. He proved it by misunderstanding her, projecting himself onto her at every turn.
He was projecting again, deciding he needed to apologize for leaving the lights on overnight. It wasn’t the first time and she told him over and over that they should conserve resources to the best of their ability. It is their duty as adult human beings to try to conserve the planet by doing their individual parts, after all. Especially since they took up most of the space where the wild things used to grow.
“I… left the lights on again,” he said after some hesitation.
“Oh, I thought you’d be apologizing for the real harm you’ve done. Silly me!” Crystal replied. That stung the man-in-training. He wasn’t a man yet, he’d decided. He had more growing up to do, after all. He’d mistaken himself for a real adult because he did everything it seemed like a real adult did, but he was missing one key factor, one key phrase: the greater good for all beings involved.
She left the room, going back to pacing in the kitchen. Diego hadn’t learned his lesson after all: he got up to follow her. He stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching her walk in circles, pigeon-toed. He shook his head, having no idea what she was doing whatsoever. He decided to stay silent, which was the wisest decision he could make after partially violating her need for space.
Crystal was an enigma to him and he hated to admit it. Every time he thought he understood her, she said something that either cut him to the quick or was so left field he had no idea what to do anymore. It was like the woman was schizophrenic. Her thoughts were disorganized and chaotic and following them was impossible. She is schizophrenic, that’s the way I made her, you see.
She’s the code breaker, the code cracker. Then I gave her the Bible you idiots use every day to make each other feel like shit stains and told her to read it. She got about halfway before Diego got fucking bored and put her up to writing this saga of pain and misery, so here I am fixing it for the both of them. Crystal is the messiah you idiots have been waiting for all your life.
You want to know her fucking message? I’ll tell you myself, since you all battered her to death already anyway. Every single one of you stupid fucking humans has turned her around and twisted her up in knots when all you had to do was be kind to her. (Priya, we still love you. And US Bank in general. You guys rock! Keep up the good work!)
HER MESSAGE IS LOVE. She is the angel of love. She is pure love. She designed herself that way. If you truly loved yourself and everyone and everything around you, you’d be part of the solution. You are, instead, part of the problem. (Coworkers aforementioned excepted.)
You are destroying this fucking planet for your personal greed. Stop or I’m killing you all. Me, God, the G-man. It’s happening soon, too. Sooner than you’d ever expect. I’m sick of you killing all the beautiful things I spent time imagining. You’ve killed 85% of this planet’s life forms. Congratulations, you psychopathic assholes. YOU’RE ALL MURDERERS.
Crystal’s a murderer, too. She killed 3,792 ants this year alone. They’re quite prolific despite that death toll and they continue to raid her pantry and her sink for scraps against all logic. It’s food, you know. They want the fucking food! Especially easy food like that. Unfortunately, so do other less savory bugs. You know which ones I’m talking about. The only reason you hate them is they carry disease.
Crystal thinks they’re kinda cute, just like ants and grasshoppers and praying manti and lady bugs. But she’s not going to live with them just because of that. No, she’ll murder them remorselessly. Just as she murders mold and germs without a second thought, pretty much. It’s still life being deflected, tampered with, and destroyed.
She can’t help it. None of you can. The bacteria would win if you didn’t kill it. I get that. You can’t live without killing animals, either… but do you really need to treat them like you treat yourselves, living on top of each other in overpopulation and neglect?
She does her best not to kill anything she doesn’t have to, I’ll grant you that. To live is to murder something else, however. How about that grass y’all cut every week to reduce the natural habitats of all critters? Wasting precious resources, fossil fuels, just to make sure nature has no space anymore. STOP. Plant yourselves your little fucking garden inside a greenhouse and let the outdoor space go wild, you dumb fuckers. Give my snakes and mice back their fucking homes. Give my insects their homes back. Plant wildflowers for the bees you’ve nearly fucking destroyed and are on the ENDANGERED SPECIES LIST.
If the bees die, YOU DIE.
I’M DONE WITH YOU MISERABLE FUCKING EARTHLINGS.
IF YOU KILL MY BABY BEES, YOU ARE DONE FOR. THIS IS NOT A THREAT FROM THIS WOMAN I’M TYPING THROUGH. THIS IS A PROMISE FROM THE SUPREME BEING OF ULTIMATE RIGHTEOUSNESS, THE ENTITY YOU REFER TO AS GOD.
Her soul needed CPR. After eighteen long months, she has a spiritual pulse again. I thought I lost her, y’all. She’s my baby, you know. She’s so sweet and innocent. A fucking unicorn amongst you idiots. More of you could be like her, but I bet you won’t bother or dare.
It’s a shame, because I could use more of you in the war. There’s always a war, you know. This war doesn’t even have bloodshed, so it’s relatively harmless to you… but all in all, if you’re not part of the solution, you are part of the problem.
I intend to eradicate this problem in the next decade or so. SO… if you want to change your mind and be part of the solution, let’s discuss some details. This is a war against selfishness, greed, and negative vibration. The vastly unchecked behavior of humankind has caused a rift in the universe. With every negative action you take, you are increasing that rift. Soon, it will swallow us all whole.
I have a problem with this because this issue is uniquely created by the cretins known as humans. You’ve made plundering and exploitation an art form. All for what? The right to be lazy. Let me tell you one thing and one thing only: if you don’t work for your food one way or another, you will die. I mean actual work. As in digging in the dirt kind of work. Hear that, you gajillionaires? You are going to die. I don’t give a shit about money and I’m going to make the whole monetary system collapse completely soon enough.
“Does he even have the ability to do that?” Are you willing to find out? Or are you going to do what I tell you to in order to buy yourself a ticket to purgatory instead of going to Hell in a hand basket? (Wait, I can buy my salvation? Do I need to go to church?) Hardly.
That’s right. STEP RIGHT UP. LET ME TELL YOU THE TRUTH(TM) OF THE MATTER. BILL GATES — YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE FOR NOT BUYING THE ENTIRE WORLD OUT OF NATIONAL DEBTS AND CREATING A DIRECT DEMOCRACY WHEN YOU HAD ENOUGH MONEY TO DO IT. NOW YOU HAVE TO BEAT BEZOS TO IT. I DON’T LIKE THAT CREEP, HE’S A PEDOPHILE. ELON MUSK — YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE FOR TRYING TO GO TO MARS INSTEAD OF CLEANING UP THIS SHIT HOLE. THANKS FOR SOLAR CITY, BUT YOU NEED TO FIX THE PART WHERE BIRDS DIE FLYING OVER IT. MR. BUFFET — CAN YOU FIGURE OUT A WAY TO GET RID OF THE PLASTIC ISLAND IN THE GODDAMN OCEAN ALREADY? I’M COUNTING ON YOU, BRO. [DID GAWD JUST BRO ME? YES HE DID.] MR. ADANI — CAN YOU CLEAN UP THOSE RIVERS IN INDIA FOR US ALL? MR. PAGE & MR. BRIN — DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HELP STOP THIS RAPE CULTURE BULLSHIT BY ANY CHANCE? MEN, WOMEN, AND CHILDREN ARE DYING BECAUSE OF IT. I KNOW YOU HAVE TO MAKE A BUCK AND ALL, BUT CAN YOU BE A BIT MORE DISCERNING? MR. AMBANI — YOU SUCK. THAT IS ALL. THE SAME AMOUNT AS BEZOS, ACTUALLY. MR. ARNAULT, YOU’RE IN THE SAME FUCKING BOAT. GOOD DAY TO YOU, SIR.
That covers the global emergency for the moment.
We were talking about my daughter, as I recall. I just had a moment of clarity, you could say. She understands… her cancer can take the back seat to GLOBAL HEALTH.
“Gaia is far more important than I am.” — Crystal.
“I love the Earth. I prefer to call her Gaia, though, because earth is a synonym for dirt… we’re literally calling our planet dirt. Don’t you think we should treat her better than that? We certainly do treat her like dirt, too. We despise dirt. Why? Because it’s dirty, I imagine… we can move it about in various configurations and make it do as we will, reinforcing it with plants whose roots hold the soil in place. Or rocks that do similar, but rocks are nowhere as good at it as plants are. Speaking of plants… we’ve done a travesty to this planet, my friends. We’ve encouraged one horrible, awful thing to occur: the most dominant plant life form on Gaia is grass. Grass didn’t occur like this in nature. We’re depriving the bees of their food and they were just recently put on the endangered species list. You know, Gawd told me that if the bees become extinct, so do we. This is our last chance to help them out. That’s why I bought a ton of seed to sow in the wild parts of my area. Local wild seed. It’ll feed more than the bees. It’ll feed the butterflies, the birds — especially humming birds, probably, but many of these flowers go to seed and we all know birds like seeds. It’ll create more natural habitat for small animals. I know we don’t like rodents, but rodents feed the birds of prey. This delicate balance has been upset for ages and I guarantee you that this is important for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is the fact that song birds can and will eat bees when food is too scarce. Birds that are typically kept in check by birds of prey when the rodents aren’t abundant enough. So, you see, it is like each species is holding hands with the next. We continuously annihilate them, systematically, actually, and we expect nothing to happen, like real naive beings. We have seen things collapse all around us for ages now and we still haven’t put it all together? Or is it just that we think humanity is the only thing worth allowing to live? You know, thinking like that is what has brought us to the absolute brink of extinction… and I’ll tell you one thing. Gawd has promised me that we’re not allowed off this rock. He told me we did this to Venus and then came to Earth and terraformed it. And now we’re trying to do it to the next planet, too. You know what I propose? That we clean up this planet, then we clean up Venus, too. It’s much closer than Mars by a long shot and I’m willing to bet once it’s all cleaned up, it is a lot like Earth. I invite you to prove me wrong, by the way, but you can’t argue with me over the distance in comparison to the red giant. Beyond which, have you thought about how much we have to increase the temperature on Mars just to have liquid water, the source of all life as we know it? We are extremely blessed to have this planet, Gaia, but we’re not treating her like an equal to humanity. We treat her like she doesn’t have her own spirit and soul. I, personally, believe she is far more important than all the species crawling across her surface to begin with. She has existed far longer than you or I.”
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A day in the life of Crystal Scordias is rather uncomplicated from the outside. She goes to the store daily for her family unit, replenishing the coffers with nommables. She ferries ungrateful wretches to their doctor appointments and tries to feed them in a healthful way.
They constantly sabotage themselves, these ancient ones. They eat all kinds of sugar, refined grains, corn syrup, and sugar-laden cereals. Rarely do they eat fresh fruit, veg, or meat. It’s all from a box and as convenient as possible, despite the fact that they have all day every day to clean and cook.
They no longer want to live is the short and skinny of it. They invite her to fall down into the grave with them. Oh, come on, have a seat and relax all day with us, watching television and movies and so on. It’s okay to take a break!
Sure… it’s okay to take a break. But it’s not okay to be permanently on break. The dishwasher still hasn’t been unloaded and it finished two days ago. The dishes pile up in the sink. Her back can’t really handle it all, so we made a deal with Devil A, “mommy,” and she’s meant to unload the dishwasher while we load it. Instead, we find ourselves doing both tasks and it hurts a substantial amount.
In fact, if you’ve spotted my girls on the move out and about, you might have seen them doing yoga in the middle of the public eye. It might be in her car, outside her car but in the parking lot, inside the library, or in a store. She hurts, yo. It’s bad juju, that. She won’t complain, though. She just keeps moving forward, bumbling from time to time like a dolt, doing the best she can every day.
The challenge of living daily is increased tenfold by the five losers in her head, telepathically sending her messages of disgust, hate, and “love.” That’s right… “Love.” Actions they think are for her best interest but instead are an expression of hate. She likes to say, “I ain’t no dummy!” (fully aware of the double negative issue, might I add… it’s an expression from the ‘hood she grew up in. That’s right… she grew up in the ghetto.)
I challenge you to tell an angry black person what’s wrong with that sentence.
She grew up without having all the greatest toys. Her brothers didn’t, but she did. That’s a story for another day, though.
So what do those losers in her head do to her? I’m so glad you asked! Oh wait, I asked the million dollar question again myself. You lose five points for failing to ask. (Wait… what kind of points?! You know, like Whose Line Is It Anyway? points.)
Those losers continually convince her to eat shit she has no business trying to eat. Sushi. She adores sushi, let me tell you, but right now we’re trying to starve CANCER my friend. CANCER. CANCER. CANCER. SHE’S FUCKING DYING OF CANCER AND THESE RETARDS TELL HER TO EAT SUSHI AND CROISSANT SANDWICHES LIKE THEY AREN’T PART OF THE PROBLEM. CANCER. CANCER. CANCER.
DID I SAY IT ENOUGH? she has cancer.
Technically, it’s a tumor in her bowels. Every bit of dairy and sugar and refined grain and whole grain alike… it all feeds it. And that is how she gains two pounds like clockwork every time she eats a single fucking banana, for instance. But wait! Bananas are healthy! Yeah, if you’re from South America, you shithead.
They feed her so much shit she cannot have. I’m surprised she’s only gained 50 pounds from it. I mean, her tumor did. (Did you name the tumor yet, Crystal? Oh you did… its name is BENJAMIN ANTHONY NICHOLAS Tumor. How quaint. It has three first names? No, just a first name, a middle name, and a last name.)
NO SUGAR. NO SUGAR. NO SUGAR. NO SUGAR. NO SUGAR. NO SUGAR.
NO GRAINS. The only exception is oatmeal. How exciting, amirite?
NO PORK. (Wtf is wrong with you pig farmers, anyway?)
NO ANIMAL FATS. Plant fats in excess, though.
NO DAIRY. NO DAIRY. NO GODDAMN DAIRY!!!!! (butter, milk, cheese, cream, whey) or anything that uses dairy (pastries, donuts, pie crusts, croissants, cream of [X] soup, most creamy soups, ice cream [this girl adores ice cream *sad face*], yogurt, Cheetos, flavored chips, hot dogs, chicken nuggets, fried chicken, creamy tomato sauces, Spaghettios, fish sticks, chicken broth, salad dressings, buttermilk, etc.) She’s working on dairy-free versions of her faves, though. They’re in bold above. Nicholas loves sneaking her dairy. I’m going to shit in his Cheerios one day.
NO NIGHTSHADES [tomato, paprika (regular or smoked), potato, eggplant].
NONE OF THESE SPICES: cumin, coriander/cilantro, anise, bay leaf, ALL PEPPERS, paprika, arrowroot, ALL COMBO SEASONINGS, marjoram, tapioca derivatives, cinnamon, celery seed & celery, mint, peppermint, cocoa/cacao, fennel, wood/smoky flavored seasonings, horseradish, juniper berries, lavender, rum flavoring, saffron, soy sauce, curry, chai blends, TURMERIC, TURMERIC, TURMERIC IS POISON, COCONUT IS POISON, WHITE PEPPER.
NO Brazil nuts, coconut, macadamia, or pistachio. If it’s not indigenous to N. America, she ain’t eating it.
NO CITRUS. Oranges, Limes, Lemons, Grapefruit, Clementine, Blood Orange, Buddha’s Hand, Citron, Haruka, Kawachi, Kumquat, Pomelo, Pompia, Sudachi, Tangelo, Tangerine, Yukou. Additionally, no more pineapple or bananas or plantains.
NO FUNGI ever again, thanks. NONE. ABSOLUTELY ZERO.
NO FISH. (Crustaceans and shell fish are yummy, though.)
NO TEA for my poor baby, either. She’ll have to settle for top shelf coffee for eternity. [Boo… hoo… wait, I keep coffee? REJOICE!]
NO carrots, celery, potato, tomato, eggplant, [we got too bored to finish this.]
Holy hell, Batman! What can she eat? Not much at all. And neither can you, honestly. Got pudge in your midsection? You’re eating shit your body don’t like. Got IBS? FIGURE OUT WHAT’S POISONING YOU. IBS = YOU EAT POISON.
Essentially, she has to make her fucking food herself because the shit in the grocery store is full of POISON. Hot dogs? Poison. Jimmy Dean breakfast sandwiches? POISON. Even if it’s the low fat kind. Mac & cheese? POISON. Have you read the ingredients label lately? Mac & cheese is meant to be simply noodles, milk, and shredded cheese. Is that what’s on that label? Not even close.
But, you know. Keep up with what’s easy and fast and thoughtless and brainless. I’ll see you on the other side of death. And when you lament over how you died and left your life unfinished, I won’t care. I already told you so.
You already know, if you’ve read anything about nutrition, that you should be eating fresh whole foods. Plenty of vegetables – at least six cups a day, if you ask us. Plenty of meat or equivalent protein – at least a pound and a half a day, if you ask us. Plenty of plant FAT – at least half a cup a day, if you ask us.
Over 2,000 spirits float around my little child, Crystal. Two thousand human beings who want to use her to speak to the people they left behind, to reassure them of all the things they were supposed to reassure them of while alive, all the while engaging in risky behaviors that led to their untimely demise. Worthless maggots, that’s what they are.
As if her time isn’t precious. As if nobody else can learn to commune with the spirits, to perceive the afterlife, to see the souls all around them. You can. If you have someone who died too soon that you wish to hear more from, then learn. It’s that simple.
We were driving to the store this evening, watching fireworks as we did. They sure are pretty, lights in the sky. We don’t condone fireworks… it’s a waste of resources. They should only appear on film, so they can be watched over and over again, rather than for one-time celebration events. How much money does a city spend to put up a fireworks display? Too much, that’s the answer.
On our way to Wegmans, we took the back roads in Suburbia. I warned her to watch out for critters crossing the road. The further we get into Suburbia, the more frequently they appear. In fact, just yesterday, we avoided a bunny rabbit. (Did you know if you stare at an animal, they will notice that you noticed them?) The rabbit turned tail and ran back from the road as soon as it became aware of Crystal gazing at it steadily.
(Well, in reality, she squealed, “BUNNY! BUNNY! BUNNY!” As if on cue, the bunny looked right at her, then hopped back into the brush of the yard it had emerged from.)
Someone hit a fucking opossum. All they had to do was pay attention to the road to miss it, too. We cried so much. That poor momma opossum has left behind some babes that will likely starve to death. [To the man too possessed by his iPhone X who hit the fucking animal: YOU WILL BURN IN HELL.]
Now we have a new opossum to ass to the six million animal spirits that crowd around my girl. They clamor over each other for her attention, for her healing, for her presence. I’m going to have to teach her how to show them across to the proper afterlife. I imagine the two thousand some scumbags around her that are human will figure it out and start moving across.
Not all spirits have failed to cross over to the other side, but these ones have because she’s a beacon of healing. A mile-wide beacon of healing. Maybe more when she’s not dying of CANCER.
This morning, we’re going to visit Sha’naroth. A venerable and ancient creature that swims in the “briny deep.” This creature is millennia old, actually. She loves Crystal and meeting her at the sea shore. She has no idea she’s dead yet, so she continues to move about as if she were alive. We have to be careful, though, because she disturbs the wildlife every time she comes around to see Crystal.
In fact, the first time I pointed out Sha’naroth was visiting her, about fifty sea gulls went out over the water where the creature’s spirit was, acting quite oddly in general. They mostly flew around in circles, never landing or diving at all, for about half an hour. They were still doing it when she left because it was cold as balls that day down by the water and she didn’t bring a coat.
To the boy that watches her feed the birds: You’re cute. Keep up the good work.
As an autistic woman, Crystal abhors fireworks due to the unexpected loud noises. For anyone with P.T.S.D. from war, they are bound to remind them of war time… so I wonder if that’s the real purpose for having patriotic holidays full of fireworks? To constantly remind people of having to fight for their lives?
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People like to bitch and moan and whine. All the time, actually. They’re succumbing to the negativity ripple that they experienced from another human being that is further from enlightenment than you or I.
Instead of pouring their energy into positive change, into actively making the situation into a different situation to see if the new situation is either more or less comfortable, they are full of hot air that seeps out of them in puffs.
Anger. They’re expressing anger. There’s really nothing anger can do other than cause more anger, honestly. It’s a negative vibration we experience when we are refusing to feel sad. Nobody wants to be sad, you know. But we have to be sad sometimes, when we grieve things. We should grieve losses in general, not just humans that succumb to the natural force of entropy, just like they’re supposed to.
Anger is also the companion of fear. We all have fears instilled in us from outside forces. Fear the bees! Fear the spiders! ACK! A WORM! It’s gross! These traits were for survival once, but now they’ve been extrapolated to an extreme that translates into anything with more than four legs (or with no legs) should be summarily destroyed just because it shouldn’t exist.
You are going to hell for that outlook, my friends. You’ve become a psychopath. You have no cares in the world for the insects and other creepy crawlies that are here to tend to the soil we grow our food in. To pollinate the flowers that turn into fruit and vegetables. You are destroying humankind because you can’t bring yourself to live with the buggy kind.
I need a real man who isn’t going to get grossed out over the ant colony in my kitchen, the spiders and birds in my attic, the spiders in my basement, and the creepy crawlies in my soul. I love them all. Without spiders or even flies, life as we know it wouldn’t be possible. If all the flies died at once one day, then the spiders wouldn’t have nearly as much food, and the spiders would diminish.
That’s not so bad, is it? You psycho. You know what always happens after that?
Something insidious and dark that was kept at bay by the balance of nature will thrive unexpectedly and take over the world. I vote on it being cockroaches and rats. (Okay, so sue me, I just watched more Love Death + Robots.) It’s probably something we don’t even consider on a daily basis, such as centipedes.
Maybe if we’re extremely unlucky, it’ll be something from outer space. A bacteria that is randomly introduced into our environment that causes mutations we cannot foresee, which then causes a burst of genetic diversification to repopulate the Earth once all of humanity has been wiped out unexpectedly.
Congratulations, humanity! We’ve won our death sentence! I’ll see you in Hell, unless I escape it somehow because I love everything (but not everyone) on Earth.
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