The parable of, "Dennis and Mark on snowmobiles"

A man named Dennis and his buddy Mark were snowmobiling in January, on a large lake that was frozen over. Dennis was in the lead, and Mark was only about 10 yards behind him. Following behind Mark was a crowd of thousands of snowmobiles.

Suddenly, Dennis noticed the ice directly in front would abruptly end within about 30 yards. No time to stop. They would all plunge into the icy water and freeze to death in minutes.

Dennis shouted back to Mark, “Water ahead! Gun it!”

Mark’s bottom jaw dropped and his eyes widened. “But we’re responsible to save everybody behind us! They’re following our lead!”

“Tell them ALL to gun it! Or we ALL die!”

“I can’t do that,” Mark yelled. “I have to stop! I have to try!”

“Do what you want. I’m fucking out of here.”

Dennis pushed his machine to max throttle and mentally prepared himself. He imagined the ice was a layer of reality he was about to leave. In his mind, he called the ice “3D-physical-reality”, and soon would be entering uncharted territory, which he labeled “4D-astral-reality”, aka the water.

Dennis knew “5D-spiritual-reality-safe-island” was about a dozen miles in front of him, and he had long ago decided he could best serve humanity from 5D-reality, instead of getting tricked into fucking around with 3D-reality ever again.

Dennis sat back and determined to keep his snowmobile nose up to prevent sinking. As he hit the water hard and almost wiped out, he got his machine steady and never looked back. Dennis knew he had to concentrate to make the main island, only about 12 miles directly ahead of him.

Dennis tried to keep his focus, but couldn’t help thinking about Mark and the thousands behind him. Dennis found it helped his focus, to imagine himself “talking” to Originator-Creator-Oversoul.

“I hope you ‘talked’ some sense into Mark at the last second,” Dennis thought. “I hope he’s right behind me, and so is everybody else. But I KNOW even if a person wipes out, YOU have ability to reset their memory in this simulated reality, put them back on their machine, and keep them going. Please do that for everybody”.

Fear, uncertainty, and doubt, plagued Dennis’ mind. His “prayer” for everybody to make it didn’t seem realistic. Dennis and Mark were well practiced in snowmobile skimming on water. At least the two of them should make it. But the water was getting choppy and the wind was picking up.

Dennis fought back tears, knowing any time for crying would come later. He had to focus. Dark creatures surrounded his snowmobile, identifying themselves as Archons. They mocked him and told him that he would die in the icy cold water.

The Archons waved their dark hands over the water and it got even choppier, but Dennis remembered JLL’s teachings that the Archons have HAL simulation technology. It was ALL an illusion, he told himself, and he plunged directly into every heightened wave.

His focus was so intense, that it seemed mere minutes passed, before he soon found himself close to “5D-spiritual-reality-safe-island”, still at max throttle. The last hurtle revealed the Demiurge himself, a vision before him of a reptilian dragon-like creature, as large as a three story building.

“I beat you before!” Dennis said with a grin and cackled. “I’ll beat you again!” And he drove straight into the heart of the beast, through the dark shadow, and came out the other side, seemingly skimming the water a little faster than his machine was designed to travel.

Within another few seconds, Dennis came roaring onto “5D-spiritual-reality-safe-island”. He immediately shut off his snowmobile and collapsed onto the snow-covered little island, not even able to remember its official name. The sun was already downing on the horizon, darkness setting in.

Despite mental and physical exhaustion, Dennis forced himself to his feet and looked behind him at the long cold water he had just traversed. No sign of Mark. No sign that anybody else had made it.

Dennis choked out a few soft spoken words, feeling it necessary to reverberate his physical voice into the ether, to honor the dead. “Rest in peace, Mark, buddy. Rest in peace, everybody. Miss you. But I know I’ll see you all again eventually”.

Dennis knew a little Irish pub in town. He figured the best way to honor the comrades he left behind this day, would be to immediately shake off any negative feelings, have a few beers, a good meal, and sleep like a baby.

He had stayed at the Sophia Inn before, just beside the pub; he loved the ambiance of the quaint Inn and determined tonight would be no different. He could call the appropriate authorities from the Inn, to report today’s tragedy.

As Dennis sighed and slowly turned to trudge towards the village square, he heard the faint echo of a roaring snowmobile, obviously at full throttle. He immediately turned to look over the icy horizon water.

He saw an unmistakable red glint flashing off an approaching snowmobile, the last vestiges of the sun’s rays reflecting what could only be Mark’s machine. “Oh……my……God!”

“Goddess, actually”, Sophia said audibly. “I could only save one. I need you both working together for what’s coming. But Mark will need your help in a few seconds.”

Dennis had only heard HER literal voice one other time before in his life. He had thought he was crazy at the time, but he quickly realized the experience was so that he could recognize her voice now.

“Wait for it”, Sophia said. “But start your engine now and get ready”.

Dennis jumped on his snowmobile, started the engine, and drove his machine up an embankment. Sophia did not have to speak much in this particular moment, for he was used to “sensing” her voice often.

She spoke strongly to his spirit much of the time that he spent in so-called “3D-physical-reality”, but she had only spoken once before, in a literal voice, and it had been a short conversation then, temporarily surrounded by luminous light.

He sensed her thoughts strongly now, to augment the literal protracted conversation they were having. He just “knew” he would have to blast out into the water again, for something dire was about to happen.

And indeed, as if on cue, as Dennis thought of disaster, Mark wiped out. Dennis was about to gun the throttle and head for the water, but Sophia demanded, “Not yet! Wait for it!”

Dennis said, “He’s so close. But he’ll freeze to death in minutes. I should go now”.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you appreciate my clear instruction now?”

“Of course.”

“Then only go when I say”.

Dennis gritted his teeth, as he heard Mark’s cries for help, flailing in the icy water. Mark was a strong swimmer, but Dennis guessed the man was probably similarly exhausted as he had been, assuming the Demiurge had deluged Mark with the same gauntlet of HAL illusions that Dennis had had to blast through.

Dennis had much experience with the Archonic enemies of humanity. Mark was also experienced with the dark occult, but Dennis suspected this experience was mostly with the human side of the equation.

Mark didn’t talk much about personal paranormal experiences, whether because of lack thereof, or whether because it is difficult to talk about such things with those who don’t know.

But Dennis knew.

An old Christian hymn’s words went through Dennis’ mind, as he waited for Sophia’s signal. “Trust and obey, for there’s no other way, to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey”.

“I fucking hate Christianity”, Sophia said.

Dennis chuckled. “Well, the traditional form anyway. I know you can read my mind, but a man can’t be held responsible for random thoughts. I fucking hate religion too. When will we finally destroy them all?”

“Not now. Concentrate. Wait for it, wait for it……”

Dennis revved the throttle in anticipation, hoping Mark could at least sense some inkling that his delay taking off from the shore was for a good reason. Not cowardice or fear, but rather faith constrained Dennis. He trusted the judgment of the Goddess that the Gnostics nicknamed “Wisdom”.

Mark’s head was bobbing up and down the waterline, slipping under a few times, coming up every time, but more slowly each time.

Sophia suddenly said, “Go!”

Dennis gunned the throttle, as soon as he heard the letter “G” enunciated. He hit the water full speed, and was at Mark’s location in seconds, dumping the snowmobile to the side, and diving headlong into the dark icy water.

A quick second reflexive gasp was all he could afford as time to adjust to the cold temperature. “Grab my neck and hold on”.

Mark nodded slowly, eyes half closed. Now Dennis understood the wisdom of the Wisdom Goddess. There was not much struggle or fight left in the man to endanger any rescue attempt, but enough cognizance to understand, and enough strength to hold on.

The shore was close enough that even swimming alone, Dennis could have easily swam the distance without freezing to death, but the extreme exertion of dragging two men to shore heated his muscles to optimum performance.

Once on the snowy shore, they were able to drag themselves to the Sophia Inn. They reported the tragic loss of thousands of fellow snowmobilers who didn’t make it. Then Dennis and Mark had a couple of beers, ate some good food, fucked a couple of prostitutes for a little stress relief, and slept like babies.

And the two lived happily ever after……until called up by Sophia for the next shit show.

But that’s a tale for another day.