This story involves dozens of people (not counting the hundreds that I killed) and spans two incarnations for myself and many of the principals.  Since there are angels and powerful sorcerors involved, time gets twisted like a knot and some of it takes place in dimensions that will never be described by human speech.  Logically, a tale so complex and non-euclidian could begin or end anywhere in the United States during the last fifty years.  It could center on any one of a dozen themes: Nazis, the Spirit Clans, Arcangels, espionage in the Cold War and the New World Order, a love story that spans two galaxies and thousands of years, the history of rock music, a high school soap opera like “Harry Potter” or “Twilight”, the Return of Quetzalcoatl, the True Destiny of Aleister Crowley, alien invasion — it’s all in there.   I know what’s important to me — Jody — but what’s important to the world?  What do the Ascended Masters want me to tell you about the secret history of your world, and the real game that’s being played here in the time of the Octave Shift?  Thoughts are creating our world.  Whatever I write will have an effect.

Jody is whispering in my ear that since she died in 1990 she only really cares about that part of it.  So to help her wrap up unfinished business before we Ascend to the Higher Octave together, I hereby present you with a tale of the Battle of Good and Evil at Postal High School and how we defeated Dark Clan, once and for all.

Two days before my 40th birthday, and I am in the pits of caffeine withdrawal.  I have a goofy non-headache and the inside of my skin itches.  However I did quit very easily with the help of self-hypnosis, thank you, just as I quit smoking over two years ago.  I’m trying to remember if I have any other addictions to beat . . . anyway without caffeine and tobacco addictions, it’s pretty easy for me to lose weight so things are looking up in that area as well.

As for turning 40, I don’t have anywhere near the money I thought I’d have at this age, but I do in fact have something better which is a wide range of psychic abilities which come into clearer focus every day.

Oh, no!  I’m having a withdrawal attack and cannot finish this post.  God damn don’t ever let anyone tell you caffeine isn’t a serious drug.

So I have a story to tell, although I don’t know why.  It’s a response to an impulse from a higher dimension.  It’s true that in my last life I wanted to be a famous novelist, and the war cut my career short, but honestly I don’t care anymore about literature and all that nonsense.  Who wants to be an artist in a society as ugly and crappy as this one?  It’s all ending anyway.  Linear time is dissolving, the collective memory of humanity is fading away.  No one takes this place seriously anymore.

But perhaps if it can help me feel closer to Jody, it will be worth it.