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patt, sepp and meline

Posted in Uncategorized on September 27, 2010 by psysword

Sepp awoke in the blinding darkness, it was cold, bitterly cold, and raining. He was lying on the ground, he could taste water and asphalt mixing together on his lips. A stab of fear went through Sepp’s heart, where was he now. He found himself lying on a highway surrounded by blackness. Then he saw lights coming in the distance. He staggered up and checked his body, he was naked again. This was ridiculous. The lights were getting brighter and they were blinding him. He saw the dark green forest around him. The trees were tall, much taller than those Walnut trees of the Ferghana valley.

The incoming flights illuminated the forest and he saw a road sign. ‘Wittstock’

Memories flashed into his mind. He was electrified, he was near the dark somber forests of Berlin. And instantly he was transported back in time. A high security zone, electrified fences, and Wehrmacht units patrolling the perimeter with guard dogs in the dark.

A youthful voice was saying. “Here are your papers. You can enter General Dietrich,” waved a Wehrmacht sentry, as Sepp in his Mercedes roared into the secret Wittstock Air base. Here were based the secret ‘Wonder Weapons’ of Hitler.

Sepp was inspecting the secret Eastern German Wittstock ‘V2’ launching base and his entourage of 45 Waffen SS was given a ‘Top Secret’ tour of the facility. It was a cold frozen night in January 1945 and the Germans were losing the war, but Deutschland had not given up! Neither had Sepp. Everyone believed in final Victory or Death!

Giant gleaming black Missiles in the night with blue helmeted Luftwaffe crews came with mechanized launch pads on 16 wheeled Mercedes trucks, as they roared onto the airstrips, the only fully heated airstrip in Europe. They saluted Sepp on this dark night and began immediately to launch the missiles. The American Super Fortresses were everywhere these days. The missiles pointed to the heavens, and Luftwaffe Colonel Hans Frank shouted “Fire!”

“Hallo man! Can you hear me, are you ok?” asked Pat Flank as he leaned out of his van in the pouring rain, crazy music pounding in his van, a few girls giggling in the background as they regarded the naked Sepp. “Will you girls keep quiet? I am trying to have a conversation with this man. Lori, get me some clothes from the back. He is freezing. Its almost 5 degrees Celsius here in the forest.”

Sepp smiled and said, “Sorry about all this, yes thanks. My name is Josef Dietrich,” as he took the clothes from Lori who alighted from the van and regarded the naked Sepp almost appreciatively. The light was on inside the van and Sepp stared at Lori, she had a stud on the middle of her upper lip like a small mustache and had her sandy hair falling over her forehead, just like Hitler. Apart from that she was very beautiful in the rain.

“Hey man, do you want to party with us. You look like a cool guy. You can come with us” said Pat in his usual style, and Sepp didn’t care anymore. A party? Thought Sepp.

“Sounds fun guys,” said Sepp surprised at himself.

“Jump in,” said Pat smiling.

Sepp clambered into the van from the back all wet, there were 2 girls in there with the music pounding and they were off. Well atleast they were German kids, though that Pat guy seemed one of the older party heads.

“Where are you guys from?” asked Sepp loudly over the music trying to figure out these people.

“Where else, Berlin!” said Sabin in her soft High German accent, another gorgeous German girl with dark black hair and a nose piercing.

“What happened to you man, you looked smashed over there on the road?” asked Pat in a crazy German accent, like it was very painful for him to speak it. He had long blonde hair tied in a bun on his head.

“Uh, long story and its one that you cannot believe. I am from another time and place, I think,” said Sepp regretfully.

At this all the people in the van burst out laughing.  “So are we,” they answered altogether.

“Hey listen to this track. I made it,” said Pat, and cranked up the volume, it was thundering Trance music, Dark Goa style, with 165 beats per minute, as Lori explained to Sepp. He began thinking he had fallen in with a bunch of lunatics. But the music was almost like the sound of artillery and he was not averse to it.

“Halt!” A deep German voice not unlike his SS men. A checkpoint and tall Germans in raincoats stood in the middle of nowhere in the forest demanding tickets.

“I am DJ Pat Flank and all these people are with me,” said Pat confidently as the security men shone a torch onto Sepp’s face suspiciously. He was almost blinded by the light and he looked away. Reminded him of some of the prisoners he had interrogated.

They entered the airbase, as Sepp stared in horror. They were really back here.

“Excuse me, Herr Pat, what are we doing here? This is a Luftwaffe airbase isn’t it?” asked Sepp in panic, he could see the familiar Hangars in the distance. It was dark, but there were some hazy blue lights and they illuminated the Nazi bunkers and Airplane hangars beyond doubt. Déjà vu. Was this still hell? Sepp wondered uneasily.

Everyone laughed by way of answer in the van as they pulled into what looked like a camping area in the dark rain.

“So how long are we here for?” asked Sepp innocently looking at Pat, hating the rain and the cold night.

“A week man. Welcome to the Full Moon Festival 2010 edition man. Get used to the rain and music” he said smiling and walked away.

Sepp was alone now and he stared into the darkness, it teemed with thousands of young Germans and they were all having a blast over this 100 acre former Nazi Airbase. What the hell had happened to Germany? He needed to investigate more, he thought.

Sabin was putting up her tent in the rain and she was drenched but had not a care in the world. Sepp splashed in the rain, bare feet and went to help her. She looked at him and gave him one end of the tent as he helped her out. The tent was of high quality and obviously newer synthetic material. But the principles were the same and Sepp had it up in no time. “You can stay with us if you have nowhere else to go,” Sabin said as a matter-of-fact. “We have food and water, plenty of everything, so no worries,” she said smiling.

“Why thank you my dear, that would be very appreciated,” said Sepp in his elegant German, then she took his arm and led him somewhere, through a mile filled with thousands of Europeans in the dark. He heard Swedish, Danish, English, and even Hebrew among the various languages along the way. He was enjoying the comfort of Sabin’s soft breast as she held his arm. If only she knew who he was, he thought with a smile in his head. But who was he anyways at this point, he was supposed to be dead, he thought uncertainly.

Then in the rain he reached the ‘dance floor’. Thousands of people were swaying like zombies in thick muddy grass to that same thundering music that he had heard in Pat’s van. And then there was Pat on the DJ console playing music! Sepp’s mind was in shock as he took in all this Black Light Phenomena with thundering Dark Goa into his Neurons. What time was it, Sepp thought, and then realized the stupidity of his thought. He began to laugh and then in the flashing lights he saw everyone was smiling at him and laughing with him.

Sabin was talking to some friends, they had a small community here on the dance floor and they were drinking and smoking some familiar material. Sepp was thinking this was almost as weird as the experience he had in Hell with Nietzsche. A whole week over here!

The music was coming in rhythmically and it began to make sense to Sepp, and he was seeing the patterns, and he was getting more involved with the digital structures. Some Spanish guy speaking rapidly handed Sepp a joint in the pouring rain. He didn’t have a lighter, Sabin was watching Sepp and took the joint and lit it somehow. She puffed away in a delinquent way and he enjoyed her energy.

Then Pat came over to the group and he was glad to see him. Pat hugged him and quietly slipped a small bottle into Sepp’s hand. “Be careful there might be Polizei here,” he whispered secretively and winked at him flashing ghostly ultraviolet teeth.

At that point Sepp looked up at the visuals and was amazed to see horror movies playing, people were being guillotined and eaten alive, to the thumping dark beats. This was horror alright, but he could handle it. He looked into his hand, there was a small bottle in there, innocent, oh so innocent it looked. Pat had disappeared and so had Sabin and her group of friends. He was alone in the dark. Well not really alone. Thousands of mute, solitary figures in hoods were dancing to the rhythm as if a dark power commanded them. Yes they were like slaves to this Dark music of the New Germany.

He stared at the bottle, alone in a corner where there were no people, apparently it was all very illegal. He laughed to himself, Obergruppenfuhrer Dietrich hiding from the police and holding illegal substances given to him by some outer space ponytailed Germans from Berlin.

“Hey, there you are!” said Sabin as she spotted him lurking in a corner. “Pat told me you have the bottle,” and she took the bottle from him, poured a drop on her hand, just a small one and sucked it. Then she disappeared. Sepp was alone again. He looked at the bottle and poured some drops out onto his hand. He couldn’t tell in the rain how much he had ‘dropped’ on his hand, it was mixing in with the rain, but he figured it was enough after a few more seconds of clumsy effort, then he just put the bottle to his mouth and drank some just to be sure. It tasted like mouthwash! If a young girl could do it then so could he, he thought enjoying the mouthwash taste in his mouth. He hadn’t brushed his teeth in the longest time, he remembered. He thought of the Russian front where he had drunk the vilest of substances. Those dirty Russians. He was an expert at the Drink business.

He wandered around the festival, crazy place, he thought but something was now moving, actually everything was moving and the Fluoro lights in red and green mixed with those lovely UV lights were having a real effect on his mind. The world began to swim, and the music had a faraway echo in his mind. He felt people look at him and laugh, and he smiled foolishly at them. They were all looking at him. He felt paranoia and walked away though when he looked back they were still staring at him and talking about him. He felt angry, if only these Germans knew who he was, then they wouldn’t be pointing at him so easily. He laughed in a sinister way to himself, alone with this knowledge.

Then he was staring at some lights for the longest time. They were so beautiful, but he was standing in the forest peeing. He needed to get back to the people as the dark forest invited him deeper inside. Yes this place was mined. The Wittstock Luftwaffe Kommandant had assured him. He looked at his bare feet all muddy, there could be a mine down here under them. He was careful now and he backed away slowly till he was out of the woods. He breathed a sigh of relief and followed the music.

Along the way he met a girl who told him in the dark night that she wanted to buy stockings. She was pretty and he agreed. She led him away into the night, and he emerged into a psychedelic bazaar selling food, clothes and magic goods all lit by yellow electric light. It was an enchanted market of colors. The girl was happy and she clapped for joy and pointed to a pair of stockings, Sepp too clapped his hands happy for her and they both giggled and stared at the multi-colored stockings that seemed to have spirals of colors that led into one another.

“But this cannot be,” said Sepp and turned to the girl who had turned into Mickey Mouse. He laughed at her, and she laughed at him, she wanted to buy the stockings and Sepp put his hand in his pocket but he had no money and he looked sadly at her. The Obergruppenfuhrer was poor. She was disappointed but then remembered her own purse and pulled it out happily. “Do you need money,” she asked innocently.

“Yes please,” answered Sepp.

She handed him a 20 Euro note and he gratefully pocketed it. He was rich, he thought to himself happily.

As she tried on the stockings, Sepp wandered away into the night as voices beckoned him further into the Bazaar.

“Hey man, how is it going?” asked Pat giving him a hug. Sepp stared at him strangely and then recognized him. Relief at a friendly face, “ah,” exhaled Sepp gratefully. “Come on, let’s go to the dance floor. Full power Parvati Music is waiting for us man.”

“You look so beautiful Pat with your hair open,” said Sepp seriously. Pat only giggled and played with Sepp’s hair. Ah it was a great feeling and Sepp felt so happy, that he had never been. But it was so weird, it felt like he was underwater. The sounds were muffled now like somebody had dunked his head into a bucket of water. He was suddenly dissolving in the water, he felt and couldn’t come out of the bucket. Then he realized that he was nobody, he was here, but he had no past or future. No one knew him or cared. There was only the Moment here.

“Yes live it well. You are in the Moment” said Pat, his face was that of Nietzsche though, the same mustache.

“There is no past or future. Time has stopped and the clock has struck midnight. You see it’s not for everyone, you are lucky to see my World General” said Pat/Nietzsche.

“I see you are enjoying the Trip man,” said Pat laughing at Sepp, but he still had Nietzsche’s mustache.

Then someone was screaming, a woman’s scream, loud and terrified. It was Natasha. “Where are you?” cried Sepp into the dark spirals of screams that he could see now, his vision filled with terrible darkness. He was falling now and he couldn’t stop. He kept falling and suddenly he landed in that Orange hell on the snow peaked Mountain.

Nietzsche and Trotsky were sitting around a table in the snow, sipping tea and Nietzsche was reading his newspaper.

“Ah there you are, back again to see us,” cried Trotsky. He got up and came over to Sepp again with a stone in his hand.

“No, NO!” cried Sepp, as Trotsky smashed the stone again onto Sepp’s head.

Lights out.

sepp and the orange land

Posted in Uncategorized on September 26, 2010 by psysword

Kabul 113

Black Shark Valley

Sepp awoke into a strange dream. He got up and he was free and light. He wondered where he was. It was all orange around him, the colors varying from deep to lighter shades of orange. But the theme here was orange he thought, decidedly. He walked straight on a narrow orange road that led to an orange horizon, the trees here were orange too but only dry wood as far as he could see. No leaves but they seemed to have something round on their branches. Something closed. It was cold here and he shivered. The air was dry and cold. It felt like mountain air. He looked at himself. He was naked. Now he felt vulnerable, the great Waffen SS General who had commanded millions was naked.

He walked and the ground was soft but barren. There was no one here. Then he came to a great tree, and there was a giant closed eye on it with a thick brown membrane over it. He stared at the closed eye. He could not speak and then he looked up. Blood was dripping from up above, fresh blood, and then he saw a demon’s head chewing mechanically on a branch. There was something in its mouth and someone was screaming but he could not hear. He was sure there were screams as he could feel waves of sound hit him, he could see them but he could not hear. Then he saw the other branches and there were demons on them too, each one chewing, blood dripping and then as he saw deeper into the branches, he could make out human heads, and body parts as they were crushed by the demonic teeth, inside the demonic mouths. Then he saw that the tree was transparent and the body parts partially chewed were travelling to the main tree trunk from the branches where they were being added up again. Then a face was added to this newly synthesized body, and then through the transparent bark he could see the face and he could almost relate to it. It was like someone he knew. But suddenly its eyes flew open and then its mouth opened in a big O, as if it was in pain.

Then the great Eye opened on the tree trunk, and it looked at Sepp. The Eye was red and it blinked. Suddenly Sepp could hear. Screams! The tree was screaming, everyone in the tree was screaming and the demons were screaming too like ghouls. Even the great Eye was screaming, but instead he could see the Eye’s screams in bloody sound waves as they hit him like bubbles full of blood. He was wet with blood, he tried to scream, he could see his sound waves hitting the tree but he could not hear his own screams. He could not contain it anymore and then he ran. He ran in terror down the orange solitary road lest he too be ingested by this Tree of Demons.

Sepp then came across a mountain and there was something white on top. It could be snow but then it would be so bizzare to have snow here in this orange land. In the distance he could see more Demon trees along the orange road and he decided to go with this snowy mountain.

He climbed the mountain and climbed with his bare feet. Over the grey rocks but he was light as a bird. He could not tire and his feet were unmarked by the toil. At last he reached the snow and it was cold, but not colder than the plains. The snow was soft under his feet but no softer than the rocks below.

“The paradox of life isn’t it my friend” said a voice in the distance. Sepp stared at a naked mustached man with a heavy ponderous face come to him. He seemed comical, this man, short and with such a heavy Mustache. He was smiling at him as if he was expecting a good friend.

“I know you” said Sepp thinking where he had seen him.

“I know you too” said this man simply.

“You know you almost ruined this world, with your philosophy, Friedrich. Well not really ruined but awoke it too much. The people were not ready” said Sepp calmly as he stared at Nietzsche.

“Oh yes they were, look where they have reached now, the fools without having awoken. Look at what happened for the brief moment that they had awoken. It was glorious” said Nietzsche savoring his effect that he had on the World. He giggled.

“You know you are quite mad, Herr Nietzsche” said Sepp looking into the horizon. What a fine view it was from this mountain. Ah splendid, could there even be an orange sunset here, wondered Sepp.

“Well Obergruppenfuhrer Josef, you owe your life and fame to me. Who do you think allowed all this to happen? Have you ever wondered, your coming back to life and living in Uzbekistan and meeting me here again? It was I who allowed Himmler to have that inspiration, that half-witted fool who couldn’t even skin a chicken properly. You see it was Friedrich Nietzsche all along behind this game” said Nietzsche happily.

“What kind of game is this? Who are you playing this game with? God? Allah?” asked Sepp intrigued, looking at a thousand demon trees below.

“There is no Allah here. This is hell my friend and I have a wager with my good friend and hated enemy Trotsky. We are simply settling our arguments with an Experiment. In hell we are bestowed with this kind of power” said Nietzsche in an airy voice as he waved to someone in the distance.

Behind the snowy peak, clambered another short naked man over the rocks and onto the soft snow, bespectacled, a very University type, another man right at home in the bibliotheca.

“Leon Trotsky” said Trotsky, shaking hands with Sepp, angry that Nietzsche had met Sepp first. “I hope he wasn’t trying to tell you that it was only him. I am controlling this situation too. I too am in this game. He is just a bad loser” Trotsky was speaking in Yiddish.

Sepp winced at hearing this bastard German language mixed horribly with Russian, and Nietzsche nodded, “Yes that very Jew who has tried to take over this world with Bolshevism and is now responsible for the so called Neo-cons who have no ideology of their own. I tried to kill him here, many times but unfortunately we can’t die here. We are already dead” Nietzsche said regretfully looking at Trotsky lovingly. They were now friends.

Trotsky was grinning at Sepp now, a nerdy grin thought Sepp. “So how do you like your life on Earth? That Natasha bird is a fine babe right? That was my idea” said Trotsky proudly.

“And you Nietzsche, what did you give me?” asked Sepp turning to him.

“Why I gave you mastery of the Werewolves” he said proudly. That was my idea.

“And who gave me my life back”

“That was a joint decision” said Trotsky solemnly.

“So what am I?” asked Sepp bewildered.

“Das Experiment!” chimed both Trotsky and Nietzsche.

Sepp nodded and pondered over the gleeful men as they danced around him naked. The merry men it seemed in Hell, controlled so many events on Earth.

“Anybody else here? Is he here, you know who I am talking about?” asked Sepp hardly daring to breathe.

“No Josef, Hitler is in Heaven. He carried out God’s work to the letter. So he was just part of the grand design. It was us intellectuals that get hell for thinking too much and trying to explain God’s plan too much” said Trotsky resignedly.

“So any other intellectual giants here?” wondered Sepp.

“We got Herschel here. Yup last time I saw him he was trying to find a good spot here for some of his friends away from all of us. He keeps saying that he gets picked on too much and doesn’t like living here with us” said Nietzsche with a hurt expression on his face.

“You are referring to Theodore right” exclaimed Sepp. So he had made it here too, that wanker.

“Yeah Theodore was a strange case, he was in Purgatory for some time, he complained so much that they sent him to Heaven but then he wanted a separate place in Heaven for himself. Didn’t like all the Christian women there. Freud psychoanalyzed him for some time and diagnosed him with a personality disorder. What was it, Nietzsche, do you remember?” asked Trotsky scratching his head.

“Schizoid personality with avoidant behavior secondary to being rejected by his Mother too much. Same old usual Oedipus crap from Freud. Then Freud in his wisdom recommended Hell for him. Now we have to deal with him” said Nietzsche matter-of-factly getting bored with this conversation and was turning his mind to other thoughts.

“OK Sepp we must continue the experiment now. The time for questions is over” said Trotsky with an experimental look on his face and hit Sepp on his head with a rock. The lights went out.

Iran’s President proposed to set up U.N. independent fact-finding group to investigate U.S. government for orchestrating 9/11 attack

Posted in Uncategorized on September 24, 2010 by psysword

In his speech delivered to the 65th annual meeting of United Nations General assembly in New York on Thursday, September 23, the Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad said: “As a result of the two World Wars, the occupation of Palestine, the Korean and the Vietnam’s Wars, the Iraqi war against Iran, the occupation of Afghanistan and Iraq as well as many wars in Africa, hundreds of millions of people were killed, wounded or displaced. Terrorism, illicit drugs, poverty and the social gaps increased. The dictatorial and coup d’etat governments in Latin America committed unprecedented crimes with the support of the West. Instead of disarmament, the proliferation and stockpiling of nuclear, biological and chemical weapons expanded, putting the world under a bigger threat. As a result, the very same old goals of colonialists and the slave masters were, this time round, pursued with a new facade. The Global Management and Ruling Structures The League of Nations and, then, the United Nations were established with the promise to bring about peace, security and the realization of human rights, which in fact meant a global management. One can analyze the current governance of the world by examining three events: First, the event of the II September 2001 which has affected the whole world for almost a decade. All of a sudden, the news of the attack on the twin towers was broadcast using numerous footages of the incident. Almost all governments and known figures strongly condemned this incident. But then a propaganda machine came into full force; it was implied that the whole world was exposed to a huge danger, namely terrorism, and that the only way to save the world would be to deploy forces into Afghanistan. Eventually Afghanistan, and shortly thereafter Iraq were occupied. Please take note: It was said that some three thousands people were killed on the II September for which we are all very saddened. Yet, up until now, in Afghanistan and Iraq hundreds of thousands of people have been killed, millions wounded and displaced and the conflict is still going on and expanding. In identifying those responsible for the attack, there were three viewpoints. 1- That a very powerful and complex terrorist group, able to successfully cross all layers of the American intelligence and security, carried out the attack. This is the main viewpoint advocated by American statesmen. 2- That some segments within the U.S. government orchestrated the attack to reverse the declining American economy and its grips on the Middle East in order also to save the Zionist regime. The majority of the American people as well as other nations and politicians agree with this view. 3- It was carried out by a terrorist group but the American government supported and took advantage of the situation. Apparently, this viewpoint has fewer proponents. The main evidence linking the incident was a few passports found in the huge volume of rubble and a video of an individual whose place of domicile was unknown but it was announced that he had been involved in oil deals with some American officials. It was also covered up and said that due to the explosion and fire no trace of the suicide attackers was found. There remain, however, a few questions to be answered: 1- Would it not have been sensible that first a thorough investigation should have been conducted by independent groups to conclusively identify the elements involved in the attack and then map out a rational plan to take measures against them? 2- Assuming the viewpoint of the American government, is it rational to launch a classic war through widespread deployment of troops that led to the death of hundreds of thousands of people to counter a terrorist group? It is proposed that the United Nations set up an independent fact-finding group for the event of the II September so that in the future expressing views about it is not forbidden. I wish to announce here that next year the Islamic Republic of Iran will host a conference to study terrorism and the means to confront it. I invite officials, scholars, thinkers, researchers and research institutes of all countries to attend this conference. Second, is the occupation of the Palestinian territories The oppressed people of Palestine have lived under the rule of an occupying regime for 60 years, been deprived of freedom, security and the right to self- determination, while the occupiers are given recognition. On a daily basis, the houses are being destroyed over the heads of innocent women and children. People are deprived of water, food and medicine in their own homeland. The Zionists have imposed five all-out wars on the neighboring countries and on the Palestinian people. The Zionists committed the most horrible crimes against the defenseless people in the wars against Lebanon and Gaza. The Zionist regime attacked a humanitarian flotilla in a blatant defiance of all international norms and kills the civilians. This regime which enjoys the absolute support of some western countries regularly threatens the countries in the region and continues publicly announced assassination of Palestinian figures and others, while Palestinian defenders and those opposing this regime are pressured, labeled as terrorists and anti-Semites. All values, even the freedom of expression, in Europe and in the United States are being sacrificed at the altar of Zionism. Solutions are doomed to fail because the right of the Palestinian people is not taken into account. Would we have witnessed such horrendous crimes if instead of recognizing the occupation, the sovereign right of the Palestinian people had been recognized? Our unambiguous proposition is the return of the Palestinian refugees to their home land and the reference to the vote of the people of Palestine to exercise their sovereignty and decide on the type of governance”, the Iranian President said.

Source: Agencies