"Norm"

[Tarina]

I recently came back from a teleportation seminar in an un-disclosed place. Funny isn't it? They say that the world is going to hell in a hand basket, well folks if this is true, I'm buckling up and hanging on tight! If there is any truth to the fact that of the world's leaders all have a safe haven of sorts for when the collective shit hits the fan, then hey I guess I should get into politics! I wonder if that has any bearings on their decision making process? We all know that there are places like the aforementioned. Question is where in the heck are they? Is it buried in the mountains just like on stargate? If so, I think we should all start packing our crap and head for the hills. It also makes one wonder about the space station....just exactly what have they been doing up there? Building a place to hole up on the moon? Or an orbital safe haven? I guess the likes of most of us, although I'm betting there are a few who read the Toequest that are destined to go, unlike us regular Janes and Joes who are going to be blasted into our primordial origins. Take care all, Tarina

[austintorn@aol.com]

'They' had a place called Granite Mountain to retreat to during the Cold War, but its location became known and although it was secure, it was was also a bit antiquated.

'They' build a new place, its whereabouts unknown even to me, a member of the Ninja Empire.

Before the new place was completed, there was an atomic bomb threat to Washington, D.C., and they all rushed there. The bomb was real and was coming up the Potomac river. When it was intercepted, it was found to not be defusable and so the CIA flew it to Granite mountain, giving everyone there 30 minutes to clear out, for that is when it was set to detonate. They dumped it down the elevator shaft deep into the mountain where it exploded, causing no problems except within the depths of the mountain.

Needless to say, 'they' were all shocked when the bomb was sent to their safe place, the only place nearby that could contain its terrible effects.

—From the files of 'Things that never happened' that I happened to retrieve intact.

[austintorn@aol.com]

Working for the Ninja Empire, Austin rendered the details of a recent escapade into the final TOE/CIA report, using the highest powers of language in order to flesh out the truth in some living words that were finely dressed, and then, using the Grandmaster’s pass, filed the account, after all had read it, into the Tube of Secrets’ and ‘That Which Never Happened’, one that led to the vault, twenty miles down into the earth, and then noted the maintenance stairway beside it, where none had ever gone, and looked—the master knew that Austin would—to see it spiral down into Neverland.

So strangely compelling it was that he ventured down, underground, beyond all sight and sound…

To learn the Secrets—what IS and ev’r WAS,
One must brave the crypt and ghost of cause…
So, into the deep, I went, without pause,

To look down, ever down, no self to keep—
Through birth, death, and the shade of sleep,
Through paths unkempt, underswept—to the deep,

Through the cloudy strife of this hazy life,

Past the realm of the things which seem or are,
Even o’er the steps of the remotest bar.

Down, down! Where the mind whirls round and round,
Down, down! As the ear draws the sound,

As the eye the light, as the dark the fright,

Beyond all death, despair, love, and sorrow,
Past yesterday, today, and tomorrow,

The body’s guide but the spirit of the soul.

Down, down! Through the fog, the not, and the void;

Down! Where reigns the night and the air is thin,
To where sky and stars are not, but within,

Where the radiant have not their throne,
Where there is one pervading, all alone.

Down, down! To the fathoms of the cryptic;
Down, down! Where substance slept with arithmetic,

Toward the spark yet nursed by embers,
To the first and last that Life remembers,

To seek the gem that shines—the wealth of mines,
The jewels so treasured by thee and thine.

Down, down! We guide thee, we must carry thee;
Down, down! We’re illumination beside thee…

Fear not the proof—it’s the beauty of truth:

Here, the enigma of the immortal
Is undone and unloosed, through life's portal—

The Theory of Everything mortal.

Austin's last report from those days;
he had to fake his own death and then hide out for a while:

(I'm only 5 miles up the stairway to heaven on earth, and am posting from my cell phone. I'm carrying all sorts of documents to the surface that have never seen the light of day. Oops, I just dropped the sad story of the Kennedy brothers—but I'd noted that the mafia hired foreign assassins, to cover their tracks. And there goes the report on Area 51, which was too long to read…

Am 6 miles up, now. 17 to go. I see the throne of doom, snakes curled all around and under it…)

[austintorn@aol.com]

"Hi sweety-heart," said Austin. "You're looking good, Tarina."

"Now that 2012 is solved in 'HoverFlighting', we can get back to business."

"The air is balmy and your motion is dynamic."

[Tarina]

Tarina was so hot, she had to cool off! She thought of a way that wouldn`t hurt Austins`feelings, suddenly, she had it! Iknow thought Tarina, I`ll make an announcement.... To all at the gathering!! Hey May I Have Your Attention Please!!! Let us all gather, and please do as I do....that`s it, put your hands on each others hips from behind, and step, step, step kick to the right! And step, step, step kick to the left, and Lets go people, and beings! Lets shake this party up a little!! Hey labelwench! Austin, honey-oh-baby! Graham, Robert , Time Particle, Mckirkpatrick, Mikal.......Yeeeeeessss!!!!! Isn`t this so much fun Everyone! And suddenly Tarina disappeared in a poof of vapour.................

[austintorn@aol.com]

For some reason, Austin was suddenly covered head to TOE with vapor… drenched with a very sweet scent.

[Tarina]

Working for the Ninja Empire, Austin rendered the details of a recent escapade into the final TOE/CIA report, using the highest powers of language in order to flesh out the truth in some living words that were finely dressed, and then, using the Grandmaster’s pass, filed the account, after all had read it, into the Tube of Secrets’ and ‘That Which Never Happened’, one that led to the vault, twenty miles down into the earth, and then noted the maintenance stairway beside it, where none had ever gone, and looked—the master knew that Austin would—to see it spiral down into Neverland.

So strangely compelling it was that he ventured down, underground, beyond all sight and sound…

To learn the Secrets—what IS and ev’r WAS,
One must brave the crypt and ghost of cause…
So, into the deep, I went, without pause,

To look down, ever down, no self to keep—
Through birth, death, and the shade of sleep,
Through paths unkempt, underswept—to the deep,

Through the cloudy strife of this hazy life,

Past the realm of the things which seem or are,
Even o’er the steps of the remotest bar.

Down, down! Where the mind whirls round and round,
Down, down! As the ear draws the sound,

As the eye the light, as the dark the fright,

Beyond all death, despair, love, and sorrow,
Past yesterday, today, and tomorrow,

The body’s guide but the spirit of the soul.

Down, down! Through the fog, the not, and the void;

Down! Where reigns the night and the air is thin,
To where sky and stars are not, but within,

Where the radiant have not their throne,
Where there is one pervading, all alone.

Down, down! To the fathoms of the cryptic;
Down, down! Where substance slept with arithmetic,

Toward the spark yet nursed by embers,
To the first and last that Life remembers,

To seek the gem that shines—the wealth of mines,
The jewels so treasured by thee and thine.

Down, down! We guide thee, we must carry thee;
Down, down! We’re illumination beside thee…

Fear not the proof—it’s the beauty of truth:

Here, the enigma of the immortal
Is undone and unloosed, through life's portal—

The Theory of Everything mortal.

Austin's last report from those days;
he had to fake his own death and then hide out for a while:

(I'm only 5 miles up the stairway to heaven on earth, and am posting from my cell phone. I'm carrying all sorts of documents to the surface that have never seen the light of day. Oops, I just dropped the sad story of the Kennedy brothers—but I'd noted that the mafia hired foreign assassins, to cover their tracks. And there goes the report on Area 51, which was too long to read…

Am 6 miles up, now. 17 to go. I see the throne of doom, snakes curled all around and under it…)

Holy Toledo Austin, You make sure you keep those top secret files, documents and whatnot secure in your grasp.... I am seriously curious, so curious in fact that you simply must, just must read every word to me. I`m dying to know what you have. And I might add, Area 51, I think they should release anyways, after all the public knows whats up anyways......

[austintorn@aol.com]

…Austin, honey-oh-baby! Graham, Robert


The last two may not hit it off so well together.

[austintorn@aol.com]

I am seriously curious, so curious in fact that you simply must, just must read every word to me. I`m dying to know what you have.


Dear Seriously Curious,

Right now I have a deadly container of biological germ warfare if you are really dying to know, but, I threw that away real fast. What I have is the President’s Book, written by past Presidents and readable only by Presidents while in office. This is the only copy of all secrets, except for what I have, at least those that the CIA told the Presidents about. I have access since I know the President and to all the CIA secrets as well.

The current President—I dare not reveal his name due to ToeQuest guidelines—but it starts with ‘O’, was later of Chicago, Illinois, where I lived, but that is not where I met him, only knowing him all the more there after he arrived and rose to power as a Senator.

We met in Punahau, Ohau, Hawaii at the basketball court of Punahau High School. He was on the team and I was a spectator, living—between secret assignments—in a tower in Punahau at one end of the rainbow that crossed over the Manoa Valley from the University of Hawaii. We kept in touch and the rest is history. Finally, we have a President who understands the value of science, but we cannot talk about politics on ToeQuest, so please strike that from the record.

I will only be telling relatively old secrets that have no current value to our enemies, plus we know that ToeQuest is secure, being of the Ninja Empire. I can also discount many rumors that are simply not true, for example, the Chinese are not trying to conquer us by slipping sneaky ingredients into vaccines and pharmaceuticals, of which they make many. It takes a long time to get approved by the FDA, plus, the last thing any business would want would be to have the bad publicity of some huge tainted pill problem. Paranoia strikes deep.

Anyway, one time Russia was running a Charm School to train its more whitish looking northerners to pose as Americans to infiltrate our infrastructure. They were using our Vietnam prisoners of war as instructors of all aspects of American society. They even built a model of Main Street, USA, complete with working banks, hair salons, and the whole nine yards of a football field.

Not only did the instructors subtly teach the wrong stuff of inaccurate nuances, we found out about the place and nerve-gassed most of it, retaining some Russians to become double agents that then spied on Russia for us. The full story will appear in the ‘Magical’ thread eventually.


Meanwhile, Austin is drenched in the alluring fragrance of the vapor that permeated on through to his soul. He said that the inundation of the bouquet of aroma was irrestible in its redolence.

[austintorn@aol.com]

The Happenstances of the Defense Intelligence Agent

He believed that luck would never fail—and that made it so as he ran like the wind through the Cambodian jungle. He had what he came for, hopeful to meet those who came for him.

The relentless ones were not far behind, the ill-fated menace.

Miss Fortune laughed and said “no road could be too hard for I am fearless. I come to those who seize the Opportune.”

“I see you, fair happening.”

Just past a sharp turn he suddenly dropped to his knees and fired into his pursuers as they came around, using all of his ammo but one last round.

“I am wide aware,” he replied to Miss Karma, “when chance shines as my sun, for she, in turn, happens on everyone.”

“Oh, say it is your lot, my friend and lover,” she answered.

He listened hard and could hear ever more troops rushing through the night about a half-mile back.

“I most graciously and gratefully welcome thee, Lady Luck, although I am now late for my pick up so precise.”

Ms. Destiny Serendipity smiled, saying, let joy and innocence prevail; believe that luck will never fail.”

He moved on ever faster, a third wind coming of her vaporous breath, it blowing this DIA operative on; he could hear the chopper, but it’s doppler was receding and thus telling of its leaving.

“Am I much too late? Shall I curse you, stars?”

“No,” said lovely dear Twist of Fate, “for you have one bullet left for chance, perchance not to sleep or dream.”

But the chopper was rising well into the star-crossed sky.

“Shall to me I take this bullet that the bus has left?”

“Oh, no,” Miss Lucky Break encouraged, “for you know it shall not be so and what with it you will do.”

“Yes, perhaps it shall be so in some plight coinciding in a most kempt and hapful time.”

He knelt and sent the last tracer round just ahead of the rescue helicopter.

“I bless you with all my charm, my good and well-fated man.”

The door-gunner reported the red tracer and whence it came. “Captain, head back; our successful agent awaits some fortuitous accidental fluke.”

“I am an uncursed and nonjinxed man. Let joy and innocence prevail.”

He jumped into the hovering haven, directing the door-gunner’s firings.

“Fare thee well, my nightly knight” Dame Fortune wished upon his soul. “You recognized me even in the dark.”

“Oh, Angel Tarina, I might have known it was you.”