3rd Act/Omega Notes

PROMOTIONAL:

IN DARWIN BLINKS: OMEGA, DISCOVER:
1. THE FORMATION OF THE CULT FIREWHEEL, FEATURING DARWIN, CASSANDRA AND 8 NEW CHARACTERS
2. THE INVENTION OF THE STRONGEST SUBSTANCE ON EARTH
3. THE MARBLES, THE 9TH WONDER OF THE WORLD, THE MOST UNIQUE STRUCTURES EVER BUILT
4. BLACK SUNDAY, THE DARKEST DAY IN AMERICAN HISTORY
5. DARWIN GRIMM, HUNTED DOWN AS THE MOST WANTED MAN IN AMERICA
6. DARWIN GRIMM...BORN AGAIN CHRISTIAN? (NOT A FANTASY! NOT A DREAM!)
7. DARWIN'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH CASSANDRA...AND MS. CABAL?
8. THE END OF CHRISTIANITY IN THE WORLD!

OR TO RID THE WORLD OF CHRISTIANITY DARWIN GRIMM MUST BECOME A BORN-AGAIN CHRISTIAN!

ALL THIS AND MUCH MUCH MORE IN THE CONCLUDING VOLUME TO THE DARWIN BLINKS SAGA!

MY ULTIMATE LIBERATION FROM THE MIND CONTROL IS KNOWING THAT MY SUBMISSION TO CHRISTIANITY, MY SEXUAL SUBMISSION AND MY FEAR OF FINISHING A BOOK WERE ALWAYS RELATED, IT WAS ALL THESE THINGS I HAD TO SHED, TO TRANSCEND IN ORDER TO FINALLY EVOLVE AS A PERSON, TO TRULY LIVE UP TO MY WRITING AND ALL THAT THE MARBLES REPRESENT.
Not that I'm suddenly going to become the Archduke of Marbles, on the contrary I'm leaving it all behind to start something new. Something that wasn't part of D'Mona's grand design.
Not sure what that something new will be, that's the unwritten chapter in this diary.
BUT IN AN ACT OF TRUE INDIVIDUALITY, IT IS THE MARBLES I ABANDON


Recovery from the control comes in moments when I suddenly have blank spaces/or 'no thoughts' and in the context of that void, I'm able to reprogram myself.

WHILE OUT ON THE ROAD IN DESPAIR, JUST WISH I HAD STAYED IN THE FLAT AND LIVED A QUIET LIFE WITH CASSANDRA. EVEN THOUGH D'MONA WOULDN'T HAVE ALLOWED IT.

AFTER RELEASE, SEE A BUNCH OF MAKESHIFT REVOLUTIONARY POSTERS OF ME AROUND, FROM THE TRIAL FOOTAGE. IN 'SOMETHING' I HAVE DMONA REMOVE THOSE ALONG WITH THE BIG C

AS I TAKE DMONA FROM BEHIND, TELL HER PART OF HER PUNISHMENT IS FOR WHAT SHE DID TO CASSANDRA, WHAT SHE DID TO ME, HOW SHE JUST USED THE BOTH OF US FOR HER 'GREATER GOOD'

ONE ENTRY TITLE TO BE 'TOMORROW PEOPLE', PROBABLY THE ENRY FOLLOWING 'THE MARBLES'

Possible 'Tomorrow People'entry: "Sometimes I'm amazed that I got all this by the product of my philosophy, opinions and insights and not by producing something strategically placed at eye level designed to make kids of a certain age and height scream and whine for whatever it is at grocery checkout stands across the nation.?

ENTRY TITLE: THESE UNTIED STATES

"If you merely switch one letter"

BEFORE THE FINAL BLINK, MAKE REFERENCE TO THE MARBLES ESTABLISHMENT OF THE NATION'S FIRST METAPHYSICAL COLLEGE, NOW ACCEPTED IN THE WAKE OF CHRISTIANITY'S DIMINISHED STATUS

SOMETHING IN MY EYE NOTES:

1. I TALK ABOUT FOUNDING A METAPHYSICAL SCHOOL/COLLEGE TO CORRECT AND INFORM

2. I REFLECT ON HOW FUN CHRISTIANITY IS THE SAME AS THE FUN ISLAM WE DESTROYED AND THAT PEOPLE WON'T LEARN, THEY NEVER LEARN. (THIS IS INTENDED TO COUNTER ALL THOSE BOOKS AND MOVIES THAT IDEALLY DEPICT THE MASSES AS GOING ALONG WITH THE INDIVIDUAL)

Even a theocracy won't fully change things, certainly not in Southern USA. They don't learn, they never learn. They'll eventually crawl back into their christian holes and once again eat away at the foundations of this once great nation nearly split asunder by pernicious christianity; a nation we are trying to restore--and will only do so if I have the guts to take that final step.

D'mona's compliance is assured. It's solely my decision, but she won't act upon it until she knows I've made the 'point of no return' decision.

I'm close, oh so close...

NEW TAKE AS OF APRIL 2010
PLEASANT WILL NO LONGER BE AWARE OF BLACK SUNDAY BEING A COVERT OP, HE THINKS IT WAS ME & THE MARBLES BEHIND IT ALL
I TELL HIM THAT DURING OUR CONFRONTATION IN 'WITH EVERY HAND AGAINST ME', BUT HE CALLS IT A PATHETIC CONSPIRACY THEORY, "You've spun your last web of conspiracy, Grimm."
I can't believe it--Pleasant thinks I did it? All this time I thought he was the Puppetmaster, but he's just another Puppet. Which means there's someone more dangerous pulling the strings than Pleasant.
IN THE SECOND TO LAST SCENE (PROBABLY), MS CABAL REVEALS WHO WAS BEHIND BLACK SUNDAY


LATER, AFTER I AM LIBERATED, I FORCE D'MONA TO TAKE ME TO PLEASANT, AND FORCE HER TO PSYCHICALLY INFUSE HIM WITH THE TRUTH ABOUT BLACK SUNDAY--SHE LETS ME SEE WHAT HE'S SEEING TOO, SO I CAN DESCRIBE IT
THE ONLY DIFFERENCE, THIS KNOWLEDGE DRIVES HIM MAD, AND WE LEAVE HIM A BABBLING FOOL, THE FINAL APPEARANCE OF PLEASANT
IN THE SECOND TO FINAL ESSAY I REVEAL THAT ON 'THIS SIDE' OF AMERICA, NO ONE'S QUITE SURE WHAT HAPPENED TO PLEASANT; SOME RUMORS HAVE HIM IN AN INSANE ASYLUM, OTHERS HAVE HIM LEADING THE NEW CHRISTIAN STATES OF AMERICA THAT HAVE REFUSED TO GIVE UP THE RULE OF BIBLICAL LAW DECLARED BY PLEASANT AND FORMED A LOOSE COALITION IN OPPOSITION TO THE RE-ESTABLISHMENT OF THE RULE OF CONSTITUTIONAL LAW
A CIVIL WAR IS BREWING

DURING MY 'GRAND SPEECH' TO AMERICA:

"Greetings and salutations, America. This is indeed Darwin Grimm standing before you. And I stand both humbled and angry. By now most of you have heard that I have been pardoned of all charges and convictions by the new Proxy Government"

See WHO? wince, they hate the term 'proxy govt'

"For those of who you've read my book Bye Bull , which I could have also named "Buy Bull", that's b-u-y as in christians are buying nothing but bullshit from their religion, but I digress."

Feeling cocky, borderline goofy. Being in this moment is a total headrush--appearing triumphant before those who thought me a mass murderer, not unlike the moment

"Anyway, for those of you who have read it, you'll follow me. for those who haven't, I understand, there is now a free copy available at www.darwinblinks.com for all to peruse. I'm no longer concerned with sales, I just want people to get a better perspective on me and my position on christianity.

"The first essay deals with faith, specifically, the impossibility of fighting it, because it is something that must be changed from within. The more you attack one's faith, the stronger it becomes.

"So for those of you who still have great christian faith and are sickened by the very sight of me on your airwaves, then I suggest you turn your TV or radio or webcast off, because these are not the words for people of faith to hear. These are the words for the freethinker, the fence-sitter, and for those who've never heard of me--although given the state of upheaval America has gone through in the past year, I suppose it's impossible for anyone not to have heard of me.

ALSO WILL DELVE INTO THE CONCEPT OF CHRISTIANS BEING HAPPIER THAN OTHER PEOPLE, LIKE MORMONS

BUT YOU CAN HAVE THAT 'HAPPIER' PERSPECTIVE WITH UNDERSTANDING THE METAPHYSICAL IMPERATIVE AND STILL HAVE FREEDOM. CHRISTIAN 'HAPPINESS' COMES FROM SURRENDERING RESPONSIBILITY AND FREEDOM, LEAVING IT ALL IN 'CHRIST'S HANDS', BUT THE POST CHRISTIAN CULTURE MUST LEARN HAPPINESS AND RESPONSIBILITY GO HAND IN HAND.

NOTES FROM PISS POOR AS THEY RELATE TO OMEGA:
AT SOME POINT, HAVE TO INSULT PLEASANT GREATLY, WHICH MAKES SHOW ME HIS EXPRESSION, LOSE HIS CIVILITY, IN HIS EYES THAT ONLY I CAN SEE
THAT SAME LOOK WILL BE PRESENT WHEN HE CONFRONTS ME IN ‘EVERY HAND’ AND PUNCHES ME IN THE GUT
“times like this I regret having a soft white underbelly”

Entry XL--Gentle Reminder

The distorted reflections of downtown buildings--what passes for skyscrapers here in Quake City--warp by in the backseat window of this town car I sit in, being driven to meet Ms. Cabal.

She invited me for a private lunch; while she didn't tell me the nature of the meeting, I told Cassandra it was 'publishing related' and she accepted that. For all I know it could in fact be 'publishing related'--though I doubt it highly.

More likely than not it will concern the progress of the cult. I can do away with the facade that I'll be 'updating' her to any degree; it's she that'll be telling me what I'm doing wrong--or what I better do next.

The car scales Nob Hill before arriving at the Bartlett Hotel, owned by Ms. Cabal, along with the top floor skyview restaurant/bar that affords those who can afford it one of the most spectacular views of the City by the Bay.

Dropped off by my favorite kind of driver--silent.

we don't have a private room---the whole bar is ours to do as we see fit.

As she sees fit to be precise.

As I'm lead into the room by a immaculately cleaned and dressed waiter, Ms. Cabal is already waiting there, seated at a table with a glass of white wine and conducting some sort of business from her laptop.

Wonder in that moment whether or not Ms. Cabal would prefer it if she could just do all her correspondence telepathically instead of having to bother with such primitive devices as computers and cellphones.

As I arrive at my seat, receive my answer

"Humanity as is presently constituted is not prepared for telepathy. Hell, they can barely manage proper etiquette on the Internet. While it is tedious, I accept the necessity and reality of the limitations of present-day communications.

"I knew what I was getting into when I first descended into matter after I decided to set out to clear this mess up on this lovable, maddening planet."

Twist my head around my shoulder to see if any of the staff were in within earshot, eliciting a portioned laugh from Ms. Cabal.

Oh yeah, that's right. She would know if any of them were listening to--let alone comprehending what she said. Her omniscience sure comes in handy sometimes.

Also can't let it pass without noting how very weird it was to hear Ms. Cabal use the word 'lovable'

In the pause of conversation, a waiter conveniently pulls up to the side of our table, with pen in hand, seemingly ready to take down any request I would dare to make.

"Order anything you like, Darwin, there's a full kitchen in the back."

Peruse a menu and decide it's best if I eat light: "Spanish rice and a baked potato--no butter, please."

"And to drink, sir?"

Better to stay alert, too: "Glass of iced tea."

The waiter nods, takes my menu and disappears instantly, not even permitting enough time for him to get on my nerves.

Nothing left to do but wait for our drinks, and Ms. Cabal appears to be laying back, forcing me to take the bait.

Curiousity and confusion welling up in me, I finally break and ask: "What did you want to talk about, Ms. Cabal?"

"Cassandra."

"What about her?"

"She has a secret I think you should know about."

Those ten simple words send my world crashing down as all the worst-case-scenarious dance though my skull

Ms. Cabal rolls her eyes before providing another dose of reassurance, "Relax, Darwin, she's not cheating on you or planning on leaving you.

"On the contrary, this is a secret that can prove most beneficial to our cause."

"Cause?"

"Forming the cult."

"The secret is that Cassandra has always wanted to live in a cult?"

Ms. Cabal rolls her eyes even more severly this go round. "No, Darwin, Cassandra has a submissive side."

Suddenly all the implications of that hit me; and it was never anything she's hinted at in the slightest, not in any of our sexcapades.

"Presently, she only expresses it in her paintings, it is not something she deals with consciously very often, if at all."

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

"Dominate her--in bed. Impose your will on her, and tell her that other people are going to live there and that you and she will be starting a cult."

"Are you sure about this or is this just to get me to convince her to start the cult."

For the third time, Ms. Cabal rolls her eyes in such a manner that I don't really want to see it happen again.

LATER

She makes a simple gesture, and suddenly the entire wait staff disappears from complete sight--I mean even if I was dying for another salad fork I'd be shit out of luck.

Lights dim too, a tad ominous.

"Get out of your chair, Darworm"

Uh oh.

Nothing left to do when she's raised the stakes this high but comply

That night in bed with Cassandra, I'm on top of her as usual. Not that it was ever a hit of her alleged latent submission, but she does not like to be on top, that's for sure.

Desperately trying to figure out the best way to do this; but know I have to so something tonight. Ms. Cabal didn't have me over there for her health

Ms. Cabal...that's the reason I just have to do this--she wouldn't tell me Cassandra has a submissive side unless it were true.

Ms. Cabal doesn't have to lie, especially with me.

Decide to use sex as the impetus to instill dominance in our relationship--or at least when it comes to the cult.

With my cock already snug in her cunt, start grinding away until I get worked up--not quite frenzied, but still, worked up enough to where I let my darker primal side take over...

First thing is pinning down her wrists with my hands. The widening of her eyes tells me she likes it.

Ms. Cabal wouldn't lead me down the wrong track...

In the midst of it all, Cassandra turns her face towards me in a peculiar fashion...

It takes awhile for me to catch on...

Of course, I am distracted by that minor detail of my cock pounding away at her pussy

But when I see her eyes leading my attention to my hand, previously just hanging there not doing much

Quickly put it to good use by swinging it forth and laying it across Cassandra's rosy cheeks

Her face grimaces--but just for a moment--then it's more like dissatisfaction she flashes me...

I didn't hit her hard enough, apparently.

So I oblige her in full, letting my frustrations over being controlled by Ms. Cabal spill over into my frustrations with Cassandra for--shit, I don't know, like maybe paying more attention to her godamn easel instead of me?


And as my flat of my palm strikes her delicate cheekbone with renewed vigor, she emits a cry that is as genuine an expression of pain as it is laced with ecstasy.

Damn it all if Ms. Cabal wasn't right again--this is what she wants--and she probably doesn't even know it.

Her erotic response is immediate; feel her pussy walls close in even tighter on my ever thickening shaft.

But instead of doing the expected--giving her what she wants--by digging deeper, I abruptly pull out.

The frustration on her face is prominent like a bas-relief, but then, that's just what I wanted

"C'mon Darwin, I haven't come yet..."

"I know. You're not going to, until..."

"Until what?"

"Until you agree to let Simon move in here."

She flashes me a look like she can't believe I'm actually demanding that in lieu of fucking her...

But oh yes, I am...

And just to assure her that I'm not fucking around--nor fucking her--I lay another cold hard slap against her waiting cheek.

Her scowl confirms it brought pain and the way her hips convulse tell me it brought an equal measure of pleasure

Cassandra nods her acquiescence; her decision made.

And only then do I return my still stiff prick into her hungry hole

Fuck her fast and furious, coming quite quickly inside her, long before she does.

Just the way I wanted it.

She remains unfulfilled, while I remain pleased.

"You'll come when--and only when--Simon is living under this roof."

Now the joy in the pain is removed, so she's left with nothing but raw anger.

Don't give a shit; pull out of her, roll over and fall asleep within the minute to the strings over her frustrated panting.