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Kevin sat in his pinstripe Brooks Brothers suit and contemplated the busy shopping mall concourse. He had hesitated when his old friend from high school had called and requested, through a jittery, cracking voice, this sudden meeting. Over the years, they had only kept in touch via the occasional email and Kevin was never too sure of his friend’s actual location or employment. When his wife asked about him, Kevin would joke, “He’s living on the other side of reality.” His wife never thought this was funny; she did not approve of maintaining high school friendships. A hand grabbed him from behind and Kevin reeled around. There he stood, his old friend Rosor. Rosor’s red eyes stared right into Kevin’s soul, sending a sudden chill through his fancy suit. Then Kevin remembered the good old days in high school and all the fun they had.

“Rosor! I almost peed my pants!”

“Sorry, man, we don’t have much time.”

“What do you mean? Somebody slip some LSD in your coffee?”

Rosor considered this more seriously than Kevin would have liked, and then his demeanor relaxed. He smiled at Kevin, “Come on. Let me buy you dinner. I want to buy the rich banker dinner. On me!”

“Oh, cut that out. I am not rich.” Kevin was, of course, lying. He was very rich. “Let me treat. I helped the best restaurant in this mall get their financing. It won’t cost us a dime.”

Rosor looked deeply hurt. He humbly said, “I know this great place. Just this once let me pay. Please.”

He grabbed Kevin’s arm and pulled him around the corner.

“This is Orange Julius,” Kevin said.

“You’ve heard of it?” Before Kevin could respond, Rosor had ordered two large Juliuses and a couple of pretzels. “What a ya have on da pretzel?”

“Put a little mustard on mine,” Kevin responded.

Kevin found a table and two seats. Rosor pushed a pile of change across the counter to the cashier and then returned gleefully with the food. As Kevin took a reluctant sip of his Julius, Rosor inhaled his and ate the pretzel as well. Poof! They were gone. Rosor mumbled something to himself. Kevin thought he heard him say, “We are post-conspiracy toast.”

“You know I have been on the Illuminati’s trail since high school?” Rosor began.

Kevin nodded slowly, wondering how crazy his old friend truly was, “At the time, I thought you were just trying to pick up chicks. All you got were some really weird ones.”

A barely perceptible smile twitched across Rosor’s face. He started to explain, “I mean, I was there from the beginning. JFK had to be the matrix of them all. Then there was the spectacle of 9/11. The secrecy of JFK 2, which people don’t even know about… or maybe they do. The absurdity of the Roswell weather balloon story convinced a lot of us. Or those kids who disappeared in the early 80’s! THEY sent them back, or was it forward? Lost in eddies of time. What about the amazing Nostradamus quatrain about 1999 and the Chinese embassy? And let’s not forget our friends, the Reptilians, the Pleiadians, Joan Rivers and the two popes! I mean, I was on top of it all, always one-step ahead. Remember how in high school we would sing in Keith’s raspy voice, ‘I’m gonna walk before they make me run’? They, with a capital T H E Y, were always behind the curtain, and I ain’t talkin’ Soviets, nor was Orwell in 1984. God that book was like the Bible to us. Even for you, once upon a time.”

Rosor’s eyes had grown large. Despite the bright lights in the mall, his pupils were as big as basketballs. Mall security, a police officer and two men in black suits had gathered about fifty feet away.

“Hey, you want that?”

Before Kevin could respond, Rosor had grabbed the barely touched pretzel and swallowed it, and then just as quickly drank Kevin’s Julius. This was getting weird, and Kevin was wondering how to tell his friend he had to go. Rosor, with desperation gathering in his words, continued,

“Now THEY have pulled aside the damn curtain! THEY have broken the unwritten rule! How can we play the game anymore? They are now on our side of the curtain. Do you know what that means? We are now, us and THEM, living in the same cognitive space. Whatever his name is, Coldhouse or something, he was the tacit acknowledgement that their game had gotten way out of hand. They had to out themselves! They need us, are us, could no longer not be US. All that information they copied did not give them power, instead it has made them transparent. They admitted, because they had no other choice, that they were spying on all of us. In that very moment, they flew the white flag of divine surrender! In that instant, they put all of us conspiracy theorists out of business! No conspiracy can exist in a world where everything is a conspiracy, from our personal identities to our most secret thoughts, from our gas consumption to our favorite shows. No more secrets; no more conspiracy theorists!”

Sweat from Rosor’s brow was now dripping on Kevin’s jacket sleeve. Kevin pulled his arm off the table. He noticed the men in black heading their way.

“In a world where it is acknowledged by the government that we are ALL spied upon, there can be no conspiracy theorists. Conspiracy theory bureaucratized. There’ll be a damn department of spy regulation, the DSR!  I, me and my truth-seeking friends, can no longer exist in this world of perfect transparent duplicity! What sort of animal is a post-conspiracy theorist? And for you, and for those who for so long would not look, who refused to see the obvious because their survival instinct told them not to, with this admission, this big confession, the door has closed upon all of you and you cannot get back. Evah!” As if for emphasis, Rosor dropped the empty Orange Julius cup. It took a big bounce, and before it landed a second time, Kevin felt an iron grip upon his shoulder.

“Mr. Kevin C. Veritas. Please come with us. We would like to ask you a few questions.” Panic hit Kevin like a meteor from hell.

He stuttered out, “Don’t you… don’t you want to talk to him?” Kevin pointed to the other seat… but no one was there.

 

© Jason Sullivan 2013

Funny Alien Image © Andrei Krauchuk | Dreamstime.com

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Ben is your typical high school kid on his way to school one morning when his whole world changes because of zombies! If you have been wondering how zombies, the demon realm and dragons might all interact, you will find out in Dragon Guard. Teens especially will love Dragon Guard because events proceed in unexpected ways. It is exciting because there is romance, dragons, and a good amount of zombie destruction. Teenage life can be like that. The teenagers, Ben and Andi (nickname for Alexandria), are very independent. They know when to listen to their parents, but they also know when they must act on their own. They like each other but soon find out they must share a magical bond if they want to fight demons. How cool is that? Dragon Guard will grab you from the start and take you on an exciting page turning adventure. The details in Mr. Krause’s books always seem to contain hidden secrets, as if maybe he is a master of this sort of knowledge. I don’t know if this is the case, and I am sure he would deny it, but read Dragon Guard, and his other books, Ghost Betweens and Way Over the Line, and see for yourself what hidden knowledge lies within. Who knows, maybe one day you might end up as a dragon guard! Dragon Guard is an extremely enjoyable read. It is perfect for teenagers and for people of all ages who like a good, scary story. I highly recommend it.

Brandon and Zoe stared across the overgrown lawn at the ramshackle house. A dim light glowed from within. The light flickered or was it something dropping from the curtains?
“Do you think Captain Medusa is in?” This is what the kids in the neighborhood called the old man with the crazy hair that lived in the house.
“Of course he is! Where else would he be?”
None of the other kids would go near the place but Brandon and Zoe could not resist. This summer they had sealed their friendship with a kiss. Tonight, after sharing another, they found themselves outside the creepy old house.
“Come in, come in,” the captain waved at them. “Hurry! The ship sets sail at dusk!”
Brandon started to pull Zoe away, “I better get going home. It will be dark soon.”
Zoe regarded Brandon mischievous glint in her eyes. Brandon continued, “My mom says there is a burglar on the loose. He broke into a house just two streets over. He even beat up the homeowner.”
“What? Are you chicken, Brandon?”
Brandon did not like being called chicken by a girl, even if he had kissed her. “Okay. But just for a few minutes.”
Captain Medusa was wearing a sea captain’s navy blue coat and had thick goggle glasses perched upon his nose. He encouraged them to enter, “Quickly! Come in! Come in!”
He pulled them through the door and ushered them into the living room. “Take a chair in the Captain’s quarters!”
Brandon and Zoe moved hesitantly toward two gothic high back chairs. Brandon started to sit. “Wait!” yelled Zoe.
Captain Medusa saw the problem and with a sweep of his hand tossed the snake out of the chair. “Just some riggin’!” he exclaimed through a smile that was missing some teeth.
Two more snakes waited in Zoe’s chair. “Well, sit!” invited the kind old man.
“No thanks. I’ll stand,” Zoe replied with a gulp.
“No time for jawing, anyhow. Follow me into the galley. We need some grub before we set sail.”
Brandon and Zoe stopped gawking at the snakes in Zoe’s chair and followed the old man through the hallway. “Mind the riggin’!” he warned. “It’s a sailor’s life, yes it is.”
Zoe could not help but scream as she gingerly stepped over several snakes writhing on the floor. “Look out!” yelled Brandon. Snakes were sliding down the wall having released their curly grip from the banister above. “Let’s get out of here,” he urged in a desperate whisper. Unfortunately the hallway between them and the door was now covered with snakes. They had no choice but to follow Captain Medusa into the kitchen. Zoe felt compelled to speak up. “Captain!” The old man turned toward her with a warm, if  insane, look upon his face. He said, “Yes, my dear, what is it? We sail soon!”
Although trying to remain polite, Zoe half screamed, “The snakes! What about all the snakes?”
The clueless old man looked at her enquiringly, pushing his pop-bottle glasses up closer to his eyes. Zoe realized he could barely see a thing. “You mean the riggin’, the ropes?” he asked. “Can’t hoist a sail without them!” He gestured at the slithering snakes in the hallway. They hissed collectively in response. “Now sit, my buccaneers, while I get you something to drink.”
The two kids sat down at the kitchen table, deciding to play along until they could figure out a way to escape. Captain Medusa put a couple of saucers down in front of Zoe and Brandon and hurriedly filled them with cream. Brandon said, “Captain, we really can’t go on your voyage. We have to be getting home.” The two intently followed the old man with their eyes awaiting his reply. Maybe he would show them a snake-free way out. Captain Medusa did not answer. Instead, he stared at the table with a sudden keen interest. Zoe looked at Brandon, neither wanted to see what had captured the captain’s attention. Brandon was not going to look. Zoe thought she had better. She glanced at the tabletop. There, sipping from the saucers, were about half a dozen snakes! Zoe started to run. Brandon followed – pale as a ghost and gasping for air! As they passed Captain Medusa, he reached up to the top cabinet, “You haven’t had any cookies!” He opened the cabinet door and snakes fell from above in a slithery waterfall. The kids turned the corner, ready to jump any snakes in their way, but to their surprise the snakes parted gracefully and allowed them to pass. Zoe and Brandon sped out the door without looking back. Captain Medusa walked into the hallway, the snakes closing in around his feet. He shook his head, “Hard to get a good crew these days.” The snakes bobbed their little heads up and down in agreement.

The officer reported to the sergeant, “They found him dead by the bed. No sign that the old man had any idea what was happening.”
“You mean he was sleeping, right there, when…”
“I would say so.”
The detectives looked at the crime scene in silence.
“Well, I guess we don’t have to worry about that burglar anymore.”
“No, sir.”
“What about the old man?”
“His vision is poor and he is getting on in years. He thought the body was some sort of rum barrel entangled in ropes. The old guy said it took him twenty minutes to get the ‘barrel’ untangled from the ‘rigging’.”
“My God” the sergeant said slowly, as the full impact of what had happened began to sink in. “There must have been a hundred of them.” As if to underscore the point two snakes slithered from under the bed and disappeared down the hall.
“Let’s get out of here!” the sergeant said.
“What about the old man? Do you think he’ll be okay?”
“”Yeah, I’d say he’s the safest guy in town.”

copyright © Jason Sullivan 2013

*originally posted at amwriting.com

graphic © Sashoalusevski | dreamstime.com

 

L: Jason, it is my great pleasure to be your guest today. I enjoyed tremendously our last interview during the GOLD TRAIN Blog Tour. That interview was so profound and revealing – all thanks to your rare ability to ask poignant questions and make your guest feel comfortable answering them – that it became the centerpiece of the last year’s tour. This one promises no less.

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Interview Questions:

1.) You have lived in America for many years now and you have a very good grasp of American culture. Please compare and contrast this with growing up in Russia. What are some things you miss about Russia? What are some aspects of American life that you like? I know you have also traveled extensively. How do you see your international experiences as contributing to your perspective that we are all citizens of one planet?

L: There are lots of things that warm my heart when I think about Russia. Two of them are: how incredibly safe it was to grow up there. I mean safe to the point that kids could play in the cozy courtyard of our apartment complex until 9 or 10 p.m, without having parents worry about them –and I lived in Odessa, a city of over 1 million people! The neighborhood babushkas would sit on a bench and chat, while watching everyone’s kids, and the neighborhood grandpas would play chess at a nearby picnic table and do the same. I know, in my books, I depict certain violent events happening in today’s Russia. However, remember, I write thrillers where things are always seriously dramatized, although my books are generally based on real events.

This violence emerged as a troubling new phenomenon after the breakup of the USSR in 1991. Such escalation of violence is typical of any society experiencing violent, revolutionary change. Breakups of empires would normally usher in this type of scenario. Look what’s happening in Europe now, and this is just the beginning for the Western world. Meanwhile, Russian life is presently normalizing, as prosperity and confidence in tomorrow returns.

I only caught the very beginning of the USSR collapse, when robberies intensified as I was about to leave the country in 1991. Before leaving, I oftentimes had to carry a lot of cash with me due to many last minute expenses and purchases that needed to be made (there were no credit cards at the time). So, in the course of several months I was robbed twice, and so quietly that I didn’t even notice. In my whole life before that, I was never robbed in Odessa. Now, in retrospect I understand (a thriller writer here ;) ) that it was done by someone who knew that I was leaving the country and had to carry all that cash with me, or it was a tip from such a person. Apparently, someone followed me around, waiting for the right moment to cut my purse neatly and take the money. Of course, a lot of people knew, so it would be hard to pinpoint who it may have been. With my present knowledge of things and people, I would’ve probably figured out the identity of the thief, but at the time, I was young and trusting, since I grew up in a very safe environment.

Typically, there were just a few petty crimes per year in the whole city of Odessa. I remember, at one time, the crime of the year was someone snatching fur hats off people’s heads. The audacious hat thieves were finally apprehended and the wave of hat-snatching stopped.

In my case, they never found the thieves. The country was already quietly collapsing, and the police didn’t really bother working hard. The second time around, along with cash, they stole my house keys and passport (which was the biggest loss). I was very distraught about the passport as I needed it to leave the country, and getting a new one would have taken a while. But… lo and behold, these considerate thieves quietly left both the passport and house keys at the nearby militsia (police) station…along with empty wallet. After that, I became much more cautious and no more thieves were able to get near me.

Another thing that is a complete contrast, is how much Russians help each other. Watch my Real Russia Eyewitness Video Journey for a glimpse of that. When we had to move from place to place, all friends would come and help us move the furniture. A whole group of friends came to help us carry our suitcases and to say goodbye when we were leaving the country. This sense of a friend’s shoulder, this sense of true community, is what I miss most.

USA is a very different country. What I like about it is the go-getter, business-like attitude, and that things for the most part get done quickly, compared to a lot of other places in the world. I fit in here in many ways, but what has never worked for me is the lack of any sense of community and the fact that you could never find anyone to have an intelligent conversation with, beyond someone’s kids and mortgage, or an upcoming vacation. The most “advanced” would be talking about stock market moves and ask me for stock tips. Really???

However, the situation has changed after I became active at my blog and Twitter. I’m happy to say that I found many intelligent, like-minded and evolved people in cyberspace, some of whom reside in the USA (like you, Jason), while others live all around the globe.

We are living through a paradigm shift of staggering proportions. These days, in order to find your “tribe,” your community of like-minded souls, one doesn’t have to be confined to a specific town, or even to a specific region. We truly are becoming global citizens! I’d traveled extensively, as you correctly pointed out. Currently, I’m so busy with my writing and other projects that I hardly have time for physical travel any more – no time to waste! I find this new way of traveling in spirit – through my writing, and via the internet – to be even more rewarding than physical travel.

Capitalism (Germans call the American system “Capitalism on steroids”) emphasizes individual over society. This often happens at a detriment to the needs of a community – case in point: all the bailouts of banksters (new term =bankers + gangsters) in the USA, Cyprus and Greece at the expense of ordinary citizens. Meanwhile, Socialism is notorious for putting society before individual. However, we are witnessing the collapse of the old system. Socialism has already collapsed as the 20th Century’s ideological structure. Now, it’s Capitalism’s turn.

We are evolving into a new species: Homo Luminous. Our society is evolving into a new type of society, never heard of before. It’s post-capitalist and post-socialist society, where the rights of individual and society have equal weight and are equally respected. The yin and the yang of societal structures will eventually merge to create a whole. This in part is the topic of The Earth Shifter.

It’s also the global village type of society. I am working on a book about that, and perhaps I’ll also do some videos soon, which you’ll be able to watch at my new Futurist Trendcast blog or at Lada Ray Channel on Youtube.

2.) Your interview with Fidel Castro has captured many people’s imaginations. Oftentimes meeting a famous person, or being in his presence, is different than one might expect. Is there anything about your translating for Fidel Castro that particularly stays in your mind? What was the setting like? Were you nervous? Please tell us a bit more about this experience.

L: Yes, I was nervous, but I was always able to set aside my nervousness and sort of observe it from a distance, while focusing on speaking. I think this is a necessary quality for anyone who speaks (or translates) publically. Fidel Castro had a magnificent aura – the notion I knew nothing about at the time. I just felt his formidable presence in the room. I don’t think he ever smiled, and even if he did, you wouldn’t see his smile beyond that beard.

It was a long time ago, but let’s see: the room where he received delegations I translated for was very, very large and sunny, with light curtains, huge, polished table, Cuban flag and a portrait of Che. He smoked Cuban cigars (of course), which I could do without since I could never tolerate smoke too well. Although, I must say, the smell and smoke of real Cuban cigars is something very different. If I ever had to tolerate cigar smoke in the room, I’d agree only to Cuban cigars. Fidel Castro, who is old and sick now, was an amazing powerhouse in his day. He was only a leader of a tiny island lost in the Caribbean, strangled by the blockade and American sanctions, but his presence was so formidable that meeting him was truly unforgettable.

3.) I must mention the recent Chelyabinsk meteor explosion in the skies above Russia. What an event! And coming so soon after you published The Earth Shifter. This is surely an indication that the cosmos likes your work!  Such an event of epic proportions and amazingly there were not too many serious injuries. I had just finished a short story, a flash fiction, and was up late (it was around midnight in my time zone) getting ready to post my story on the #amwriting website. I checked the internet one last time before calling it a night and I saw the first videos popup! Spectacular! Tells us your reaction and experience of this event. Have you heard from friends in Russia about it? What did they say? And, most of all, tell us your thoughts on the meaning and timing of this event. It could have been devastating if the trajectory had been altered just a little. Was this a warning shot? A wakeup call?

L: Oh, I like this: “Cosmos likes my work!” I sure hope so. ;)

I don’t really know anyone who was touched by this event, but I’ve heard that people, even as far as Moscow, were rather shaken. It was so fortunate that there were few serious injuries. It did look like a Cosmic warning of sorts. We are living through times of major transition on all fronts of our collective existence. And (hate being the bearer of such news) cataclysms and disasters of all sorts will continue happening during this decade, and possibly beyond. However, everyone needs to take a deep breath and see all this in perspective. As I said earlier, we are transitioning to a completely new society, and birthing pains are never pleasant.

I know many felt it was an eerie coincidence between The Earth Shifter and the Chelyabinsk meteor. But as we all know, there are no coincidences in life… After all, The Earth Shifter was born as a beautiful dream of a better world, but also as a stark warning for mankind.

4.) The Earth Shifter is such a wonderful book. It explores many of the profound changes the world is currently experiencing. You have a very well thought out geopolitical perspective. Not merely do you have a clear grasp of how the governments of the major world powers work, especially Russia and how it transitioned from the former Soviet Union, but you also provide insight into the business sector and the rise of globalism. Please tell us how this interest developed. Did you have any formal training or life events that were significant in opening up this perspective for you? The book contains information that is fresh and convincing. How would you say your perspective differs from the typical mass media one on geopolitics and the challenges the world is facing?

L: Although I majored in foreign languages and literature, my classical Russian and European education included deep immersion in world history, political science and philosophy as part of the curriculum. And I never met history, philosophy or political science I didn’t like. American system of education is very different and oftentimes people here don’t understand how education could be so all-around. But that’s classical curriculum, which educates people and citizens, as opposed to training them in a narrow field, without giving them an unshakably strong foundation in related disciplines. This kind of all-around educational foundation is what has allowed me, and my former compatriots, to arrive to this country and quickly grasp new to us fields without any additional formal training, and for some, even without sufficient language skills.

I was always interested in history and geopolitics, and even if I wasn’t into politics per se, I oftentimes found myself in the epicenter of various global events, be it in Cuba, USA, Russia, or elsewhere. I’ve accumulated so many observations and so much knowledge of various counties’ inner workings throughout my life that I felt a need to share all that with the world. I’ve always been extremely intuitive, but at some point, I found that I could accurately predict events. I’ve been too busy to concentrate on that fully, but I hope to do more predictions in the future.

As to mass media: a long time ago I had disconnected cable and stopped watching all these CNBC, CNN, etc.; I unsubscribed from all magazines and papers back in 2001, when I realized that their reporting was all based on fear and greed, as well as sensationalism at any cost. I would strongly recommend that everyone do the same. Mainstream media will have to change, or die. I have to watch some news (oftentimes I just skim headlines) because of my work, but I only do alternative media, and primarily through Youtube (I recommend RT and RTAmerica).

As to my perspective: you’ll find that my point of view on world events and economy/finance most likely will be similar (not always) to that of Marc Faber, Gerald Celente, Max Keiser/Stacy Herbert, and Jim Rogers. These are the people to listen to in order to gain real perspective. On the mystical side, I find that my view is rather original, although I agree to a degree with other mystics of today.

5.) Concerning ascension and/or the rapid transformations taking place on planet Earth, many people have had personal experiences, perhaps even phenomenological moments, when they witness these changes. Is there anything, a vision, a realization, or something else that has dramatically called your attention to these changes? I know you have said you are not a doomsayer, and yet there is so much negativity put forth by the media and others, how do you stay positive? What can you say to reassure those who are worried? Might you suggest some proactive attitudes and/or endeavors?

L: I mentioned earlier our transition to a new society on planet Earth. I cover this in The Earth Shifter quite extensively, and there will be much more in future Earth Shifter books. I also will do some videos and posts, which everyone will be able to find at Lada Ray Youtube channel and Futurist Trendcast blog.

We are going through birthing pains, and this is always scary. There are also plenty of forces out there that don’t want this to happen, or want to exploit the new paradigm for their own gains.

First of, staying positive is a must. The important thing is to keep all this in perspective. The events that are happening now are predestined and the benefits humanity will reap from the new paradigm will be enormous.

Yes, there will be a need to adjust to all this: for some – more, for others – less. It all depends on what kind of life you’ve lived, how far along you are in your development and what kind of karma you are bringing with you. It is very important to keep growing spiritually. As Buddha said: “question everything.”

The new spirituality is very different from the old, stern and unbending spirituality, or the spirituality as a hide-out from the cruel world. It is open and joyful.

Osho, one of the foremost spiritual teachers of the 20th century, called it being “Zorba the Buddha.” I see this very clearly. This is what we, the humans, are evolving into, this is the new being. However, not everyone will be able to get there. I talk about this new type of being extensively in The Earth Shifter. I am also starting to work on my new non-fiction book about this phenomenon and its practical applications for ordinary people.

If we are talking about physical preparation: become self-sufficient, so you don’t have to depend on crumbling Western infrastructure, and grow your own organic garden. We’ve recently had an interesting discussion on 1EarthUnite.wordpress.com blog. Someone mentioned that Cubans have always grown their own organic gardens. I confirmed that this was true – I’ve seen them with my own eyes. Also, after Gorbachev came to power in 1985 and before the collapse of the USSR, very smartly the Russian government had distributed gardening plots to all citizens; all you had to do was claim yours. This is why the society continued functioning and there was no famine during the 1990s collapse, despite the fact that supply routes were disrupted, ruble collapsed, and salaries were often late. I’ll talk more about that in my future posts.

Investment wise, I suggest getting rid of dollars. Don’t keep too much money in the bank, and don’t keep all your savings in dollars, as dollar will eventually collapse.

This is all very individual, and as independent financial consultant, I can only give personal financial advice during a private consultation. Generally speaking, it’s a good idea to explore investments outside of the normal scope, if you want to preserve your capital. Get out of bonds and be very careful with stocks – generally, a bad investment for this decade.

The so called “preppers” stock up on food, water and munitions. A supply of food and water is always a good idea, but I wouldn’t overdo it as it does spoil in time, and you may never be able to really use it. I would never advise anyone to stock up on guns, which I personally despise, however, I understand the American point of view on the Second Amendment and the right to bear arms. Just remember, where I come from people avoid guns at all cost, since Russia and Europe have gone through two devastating world wars in the 20th Century. As a result, the aversion to guns in Europe is universal. That’s why Europeans will never understand the American “obsession” with guns.

It really would be much, much better if people in the USA began developing a real sense of community instead, if they learned to cooperate and perhaps barter, rather than insist on their separation from each other by way of barricading themselves and pointing guns at each other. I see the sense of community starting to develop in some, more progressive parts of the country. For example, I see the shoots of that in NYC and certain areas of Upstate NY, say in progressive towns like Oneonta, Woodstock, New Paltz. I hear that similar things are happening in some communities in California, Santa Fe, etc. In the Berkshires, MA, where I lived for a time and where the action of my mystery/thriller STEPFORD USA takes place, a new, community-based currency has emerged, called Berkshares.

6.) To take this a little further, in addition to your profound insight into the “macro” geopoloical world, your books contain touching interpersonal relationships. The warmth within these relationships contains a dynamic that lifts the spirit and makes the impossible seem possible. Could you speak a bit about the interpersonal nature of humanity and how you see this transforming, perhaps even evolving, during these amazing times?

L: Thank you for the compliment about my books. I try my best to express through my writing the visions of humanity’s higher expression. I think I’ve already spoken about that above, but to reiterate, developing a community of like-minded people will be paramount. I was privileged to experience such community/friendships as  a teen and college student back in Russia. Now, I’m building this type of community again through my wordpress blog and interactions on Twitter. One day, I’m hoping to build a community of new human beings in real life. Where? I have an idea, but I won’t reveal my secret just yet. However, I’m working on a non-fiction book about that. Stay tuned!

7.) I love the manner in which you describe the Russian steppes and Lake Baikal. I am currently living on the Great Plains and I feel there are certain similarities between these two majestic natural expanses. What can you tell us about the Lake Baikal area of Russia, the feelings it evokes, the magic it contains? What kind of people live there? What is the history of the area? And, most importantly, how is the spirit contained there, in the land and water, important to all of us as citizens of the world?

L: Sacred Lake Baikal is very special place, and one of the amazing natural wonders of our planet. Every view here is picture perfect.

Baikal Rainbow Siberian Paradise

In the words of The Earth Shifter:

“Sasha let the smell of the taiga and the breeze from Baikal wash over her. The sacred lake of Siberia, Baikal, contained more than one fifth of the planet’s fresh water reserves. An average lake on Earth had rarely survived past the age of ten thousand years. There was nothing average about Baikal. Over a million years old, rather than contracting with age, it kept expanding. Scientists believed that Baikal was an ocean in the making, while the locals swore that its pristine blue depths possessed incredible healing and spiritual powers. At the moment, the sacred lake was a gleaming, rippled sheet of silver in the light of the full moon. The dark taiga—Siberia’s giant untouched forest—loomed silent just behind them.”

Lake Baikal is so huge and its energy is so powerful that it is generally regarded in Russia as Sacred Sea. It is home to over 500 endemic species, including a huge population of one-of-a-kind seal, called Nerpa – one of the many enigmas of this place. Baikal is very deep and its blue depths are uniquely fed by the live water from pristine underground sources, which continuously replenish it and because of which locals swear that the lake possesses healing powers. Baikal is a very important UNESCO World Heritage site, whose clean water reserves are invaluable in the face of any potential water shortage.

Shaman on lake baikal

The word shaman is a local word, introduced to the world by the Russian researchers, and Siberia is the birthplace of shamanism on our planet. Like in many parts of Russia, the population around Baikal is mixed: part Russian and part Buryat. Buryats are an Asian nationality, close relatives to the Mongols. By the way, for those who wonder what tribe Shaman Tengis belongs to: he is a Buryat.

Siberia and Lake Baikal are described very poetically in The Earth Shifter. Essentially, both become beloved characters in the book.

8.) Please also talk some about your concept of money, monetary systems, derivatives, and especially, alternative currencies such as Bitcoin.

L: This is a very involved subject and we have discussed some of the alternative investments above. In a few words, Bitcoin is a new type of global electronic currency, which is an alternative to the dollar. This is peer-to-peer currency without any third party risk (meaning, it bypasses the bank). Several years ago, Bitcoin has started trading at 1 to 1 with dollar, but it has been going up against the dollar like mad for the past several weeks. Currently, it is trading around $90. It’s a new currency and as such, it’s VERY volatile, but this is one of the future currencies of the new world. Note, Bitcoin investment can be very rewarding, but it’s also very tricky, and I recommend educating yourself well before opening an account. Investing at the right price is also paramount. Also, more and more people open Bitcoin merchant accounts.

This is not an investment advice – just a general discussion – although I am a licensed financial advisor. You can seek additional advice from a trusted qualified advisor if you don’t feel you know enough on your own. I provide financial advice to private clients as an independent financial consultant.

Also, stay tuned for my future videos and analysis of pros and cons of Bitcoin, gold, silver, as well as the future of money and society. All links can be found below.

9.) I love the scene in The Earth Shifter when Sasha empties out her wallet to give all of her money to the wife and mother of the men who murdered her father. This is so powerful! Tell us about writing that scene. It was very moving to read.

L: Sasha, the protagonist of The Earth Shifter, is a dream of Homo Luminous, the being of the future I talked about above. Without revealing too much of the plot (because the scene involves certain twists and surprises), imagine this. This is her father’s funeral. Sasha has just undergone an absolutely devastating experience of losing her only parent, the situation to which many others would react with anger, resentment, or even destructive force. The thing is, everyone would understand if she has, as the crowd is already working itself up to such outcome. But then I imagined Sasha coming in touch with another human being who has also lost everyone and everything (even if it has happened because of their own horrible actions), and I knew that her compassion would overwhelm her ego and personal sense of loss, and that she would give comfort and whatever money she had to the unfortunate woman. When I wrote, the events unfolded naturally as I could not imagine any other way in which this scene could have developed.

10.) Finally, you mention heading up to Tibet when your writing is done and I think this is a wonderful idea. Since I was a child, the Potala Palace has fascinated me. How about if all of us “spiritual” writers have a meet up many years from now when the work is done? I know there is much left to write, but it might be nice to look forward to a collegiate gathering, a celebration of sorts. What do you think?

L:  It’s a date, Jason! I would absolutely love to meet with you and other like-minded people and authors in Tibet! But why wait that long? We can always organize such meetings in New York, or say, in Machu Picchu, Peru. I’m planning on heading down there in a year or two. And we should definitely celebrate every chance we get, because remember, we are Zorba the Buddhas after all! ;)

Thank you, Lada, for sharing so much wisdom and knowledge with us, as well as some of your personal life experiences. It was a very moving interview. I know I learned a lot. Best of luck with your writing and we look forward to reading many more of your wonderful books in the future!

L: Jason, I had a blast answering your questions! Thank you for this treat!

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Director, co- writer: Joseph Kosinki     Starring: Tom Cruise, Andrea Riseborough, Olga Kurylenko, Morgan Freeman

Reviewed by Ren Zelen

“I have memories – but only a fool stores his past in the future.” – David Gerrold

 The action begins in the late 21st Century, over 60 years after Earth has apparently repelled an alien invasion in a war employing nuclear weapons which have, unsurprisingly, turned the planet into a semi-radioactive desert. What is left of the human race decamps to a new home on Titan, one of Saturn’s moons, leaving only a space station, which will evacuate the remaining humans once all the hydroelectric energy has been gleaned from Earth’s oceans. Tom Cruise plays Jack Harper, a tough, efficient pilot/engineer who lives in a hi-tech home which floats in the sky and has been tasked – along with his co-worker and adoring partner Victoria, played by Andrea Riseborough, to monitor the extraction of power from the oceans and to supervise and repair a fleet of automated drone craft which hunt down ‘scavengers’, pockets of which are still hiding out on the desolate planet surface.

His memory has been wiped in order to prevent hostile scavengers getting crucial information if he’s taken prisoner, however, he is constantly plagued by dreams and images of a romantic encounter with a mysterious woman in a pre-nuclear-war New York. When an unscheduled rocket unexpectedly crashes on the surface of the planet he finds the sole survivor, Julia (Olga Kurylenko) and is shocked to see that she is the woman of his dreams – literally.

The movie presents us with beautiful vistas of desert tracts amongst the planetary ruin and of leafy- green, forest oases cradled within mountain valleys.  We see homes floating in the sky, gleaming, white, futuristic bubble-craft skimming through the clouds and nimble, deadly droid machines as well as vast, monolithic space stations. There are fast, dizzying action scenes and the set-pieces are well dressed and staged. Director and former architecture student Joseph Kosinski, the man behind ‘Tron: Legacy’ (2010) again proves his ability to design and visualise gorgeous, lush worlds; likewise, his use of electronic music adds texture (this time with M83 providing the score). Oblivion may impress with its vision and scale, but rather like its depiction of the post-apocalyptic Earth, it is almost devoid of humanity.

Jack Harper’s inner journey, as he begins to piece together long-forgotten memories, should be the heart of the story. Initially we may imagine that the movie might treat us to an examination of the role of memory in individual identity or the triumph of true love and the human spirit in adversity, but instead the story begins to meander aimlessly and soon becomes complicated and turgid. The characters are underdeveloped and never really become engaging.  Morgan Freeman is wasted in a sketchy supporting role which simply requires him to act like ‘Morpheus’ out of the Matrix (complete with sunglasses) but  recite only dull, expository dialogue. Riseborough,  as Jack’s partner and ‘navigator’, spends her days touching glass panels on the ultra-modern console which overlooks the vast landscape below and dresses and behaves rather like a futuristic ‘Stepford wife’.

A queasy sense of familiarity begins to set in. The film takes itself very seriously but only seems  to serve up large derivative dollops of ‘Total Recall’,’The Matrix’ ‘Moon’ – and with the topmost parts of famous buildings visibly poking through the dirt – ‘Planet of the Apes’, not to mention a liberal dusting of Tom’s very own ‘Top Gun’. And then there is Tom himself. He’s been in so many movies we have grown accustomed to his face, as the old song goes:  Tom’s ‘Action Hero’ face at the controls of his elaborate bubble-craft; Tom’s ‘determined, square-jawed’ face while dropping athletically down from high places on ropes; Tom’s macho’ I may be short but I look good riding on a motorcycle’ face; and Tom’s ‘intense romantic’ face (which I for one, always found the most scary. It seems to say ‘I love you so much I could jump up and down on a sofa in public and then never let you out of my sight…even if it means locking you in a house under armed guard and having you watched by surveillance cameras’ – funny how Katie never saw that one coming?)

Oblivion seems to go on for a long time, which is never a good sign. It moves slowly and rather self-consciously, so you have every chance of taking in how very expensive it looks. Joseph Kosinki has created a gorgeous-looking, but ultimately empty emotional experience and much like the film’s protagonist the seasoned sci-fi  viewer will soon start feeling that old ‘déjà vu’.

Copyright R.H. Zelen – ©RenZelen 2013 All rights reserved.

*****

Please visit Ren’s action and information packed blog, Lethal Lexicon. While there you must sample some of her series Pitchfork Red. If you read just a little, you will be hooked. Part Philip K. Dick and part Raymond Chandler, Pitchfork Red will take you on the science fiction ride of your life. Follow @RenZelen on Twitter for the latest tweets on pop culture and gothic horror along with excellent micro poetry. Ren Zelen is the author of the post-apocalyptic novel, The Hathor Diaries, which is available for Kindle. The Hathor Diaries is cutting-edge science fiction that you will absolutely love. Read my review of The Hathor Diaries. Thank you, Ren, for today’s wonderful article. You are always welcome at Different Outcomes!

*****

Writer-director: Scott Stewart. Starring: Josh Hamilton, Keri Russell, Dakota Goyo, Kadan Rockett

Reviewed by Ren Zelen

This is a sheep of a film, dressed up in wolf’s clothing. It’s an old-fashioned scary movie, chock full of every cliché you’ve ever seen, but here the twist is that the all-American Barrett family, living in an idealized Spielberg suburb, is being spooked by Aliens pretending to be Poltergeists. I guess even Aliens have to get their kicks somehow, especially after such a long and presumably boring journey to Earth.

It basically takes the plot of Tobe Hooper’s ‘Poltergeist’and mashes it with a sinister version of Spielberg’s ‘Close Encounters’ by way of ‘Paranormal Activity’. Once you know that, you pretty much have the gist of the whole movie. However, to give it credit, it is entertaining enough fare – a good, workmanlike piece of film-making with some deftly administered shocks. David Boyd’s cinematography and clever visuals keep the monsters/Aliens obscured in fuzzy CCTV shots or shadowy corridors (yes, you’ve guessed it – the lights fail or protagonists ‘forget to turn them on’). The actors of the piece play it totally straight and this means that mercifully, some strong and grounded performances often rescue the movie from its uneven and unbelievable premise.

You’ll need to turn your intellect off, but if you’re looking for a relatively undemanding and diverting ‘end-of–the-week’ movie visit, this is good fun, but don’t start thinking about it too deeply or you’ll soon find that, ‘borrowing’ as it does from so many sources, the movie’s diligently established plot points just don’t ‘gel’ into a sensible narrative or make much sense: Why don’t the alien implants control their victims at key moments when it actually matters? Why is their primary ‘research’ interest in children? Why do they cause massive suicidal bird-strikes – magnetism or something? And most bafflingly: why are they intent on undermining the mom’s credibility as an estate agent (a malicious Alien plot)! It also chooses to leave us with a rather unsatisfying and abrupt ending.

The suspense may be balanced by some well executed shocks but certainly, the shock of the new isn’t going to be one of them – but nevertheless, sit back, open up the popcorn – ‘They’re heeere!’

Copyright R.H. Zelen – ©RenZelen 2013 All rights reserved.

*****

Please visit Ren’s action and information packed blog, Lethal Lexicon. While there you must sample some of her series Pitchfork Red. If you read just a little, you will be hooked. Part Philip K. Dick and part Raymond Chandler, Pitchfork Red will take you on the science fiction ride of your life. Follow @RenZelen on Twitter for the latest tweets on pop culture and gothic horror along with excellent micro poetry. Ren Zelen is the author of the post-apocalyptic novel, The Hathor Diaries, which is available for Kindle. The Hathor Diaries is cutting-edge science fiction that you will absolutely love. Read my review of The Hathor Diaries. Thank you, Ren, for today’s wonderful article. You are always welcome at Different Outcomes!

*****

Miguel was among the poor children standing at Number One’s feet. He was not actually begging, although this was how Number One saw it. Number One had not always been rich, yet Stanford then Harvard Business School was probably not in these children’s future. Number One took a penny and tossed it in the air, commenting cynically, “Go buy the world, kid.”

Miguel grabbed the penny from the air. A strange sensation came over him and he felt that he must run deep into the jungle.

The meeting was supposed to be about consolidating Number One’s leadership. Number One had taken a large lead among the globalists and it was now time for the endgame. Three close competitors would make their move today. Nothing less than total control of the world’s resources lay in the balance.

The helicopter flew through the 3D security screens, seeming to disappear to anyone watching from the ground, and then landed at the secret location. The three bankers inside the helicopter contemplated the confrontation that would unfold shortly.

Collin was reflecting upon the loss of his family during the London food riots. The incident had happened years ago. At the time, he had considered it unfortunate and, sadly, analyzed it mostly in terms of how it might affect his career. He had always followed the dicta of Poor Richard’s—revised for the modern world, of course. He had worked his way up by financing two-bit politicians and avaricious contractors. When his moment came, to move the money from a large South American concern into an international real estate syndicate, he had not hesitated; it was his ticket into the club.

Klaus was a systems expert. He had complemented his specialty with several years of studying at an ashram. As the global markets came under the controls of more efficient computers, wealth accumulation at the top had become exponential—especially since the derivatives market was now the lynchpin for stealing global resources. Klaus had moved through the backrooms of the skyscrapered financial world. Yet his real power lay in his ability to understand the religion of globalism. He knew the rituals that would invoke the power of the markets to advance his career.

Goro had studied international politics with a concentration in arms sales. He had always been close to the power, and with each global conflict, his wealth grew. He knew the good times could not last forever, yet if they gave their assets over to Number One it would not be long before their persons were of no further value.

The four walked into the gilded hall where the business was to go down. They gathered around a circular mosaic depicting Zeus ruling over the Olympians. Above them, a moon made of gold slid in front of the skylight, eclipsing the sun from the room and casting them in a jaundiced light.

“Behold!” intoned Number One. “This is the physical manifestation of my wealth and influence. This is raw strength, pure power, and today I call you to follow me and worship my assets.” After saying this, a red pulsating column shot from floor to ceiling. All of Number One’s assets appeared on a large screen above the group. The total was a ponderous one, indeed. Number One said to the other three, “I order you to surrender your assets and join me.”

The three other bankers answered in unison, “We will not join you! We will acquire you!” They pulled out their Global Rubicon Executive Express Dining (GREED) cards and an orange beam started to gather strength between them. Their assets also tallied on a large screen. It too was an impressive number and the orange beam created between the three credit cards wrapped around the red column.  The world shook. The numbers fluctuated. In this battle of Titans, who would come out on top? Finally, the numbers came to rest. The three had done it! They were on top by $2013.43. The red power column sputtered and went out, as the orange ray surged and the walls trembled.

Number One, however, did not give up. With an evil grin, Number One took off a ring and threw it down, saying with a laugh, “That’s a damn nice ring!” The computer found its value to be two thousand three hundred twenty-four dollars and sixty-one and one-half cents! (It was a very precise computer). The three bankers were now a few hundred dollars short. Their orange ray made a loud sputtering sound, spun around like a sick snake, and then with a flash disappeared into thin air.

Also refusing to give up, the three bankers pulled out their wallets, emptied them and combined the cash within—they were still five dollars and thirteen and one-half cents short! They frantically stuck their hands deep into their pockets and proceeded to empty them, spilling the coins out onto the floor. They almost had enough, but they were still one-half cent short! Number One cackled madly. Number One always won! No one else ever had.

It was then that Miguel burst through the door and slid gracefully across the polished floor. Drawn by the opulence of the tropical rain forest, his feet gaining strength with each stride upon the rich soil, he had discovered the secret meeting place. He saw the three bankers, with their pockets hanging inside out, and asked, “Hey boys, need a loan?” The looks on their faces went from stunned to astonished. The boy continued, “Don’t worry. You don’t have to fill out any long and intrusive forms. Your credit is good with me!” He produced the shiny penny; the same penny Number One had given him that very morning! It would put the three over the top. Before giving it to them, Miguel said, “On one condition! There are about seven billion people, along with countless plants and animals, who are my partners. If you take this penny, we all get an equal share of the resources of this planet!” The three could not speak. They nodded their assent. The gold moon had fallen to one side and the sun shone into the room. Number One, who had gone from the richest person in the world to the poorest, wore a Cheshire cat smile. She, after all, had tossed Miguel the capital he needed to buy the world. She wondered if maybe they could do lunch sometime.

© Jason Sullivan 2013

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*This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with real people are coincidental.

**Initially published at #amwriting.

DRAC

The robotic arm came swiftly down over Sonny’s shoulder.

“One hot mocha java for Sonny,” it said mechanically, before adding, “with whipped cream.”

Sonny put down his book and watched the mail cart scurry away across the smoothly polished floor. He had been reading about the cloud of social consciousness. His fellow IT experts would often joke with him about the philosophy minor he took in college, but thinking on his own was something he still liked to do on occasion—even if most of the world now only  thought with the aid of the DRAC 7000. The basic idea behind the cloud of human consciousness was that human minds acted together to create a cognitive shared space within which the world was understood. This idea of a social field influencing our perception of the world fascinated Sonny because he had been having worrisome thoughts about the DRAC ever since DRAC’s main board was replaced with the new crimson chips from the valley. It was true that now DRAC was performing beyond all expectations. Often its computations would be running at incredibly high speeds, sucking up such huge amounts of energy so that there weren’t enough fans to keep the machine cool. The ad revenues were going through the roof because of DRAC’s new social media programming that the computer itself wrote to go along with the new chipset. DRAC seemed to know exactly what every human wanted, and how and when to serve just the right ads. When the crimson chips were installed, it was as if a line had been crossed. The other IT guys didn’t seem to notice. They were all big on how DRAC, the Digital Reticulated Algorithmic Computer, was only a complex series of algorithms. They insisted that this, the most advanced computer ever made, was nothing more than a compilation of discrete commands written by humans. When DRAC started to program itself, first by recommending algorithms, then by writing them and implementing them, no one thought too much about it. After all, they were so rich, beyond anything anyone could imagine. They had calls from the Pentagon, the United Nations, and all the universities and institutes begging for a little access to the computer behind it all. What if DRAC was now flying solo most of the time—no one else had to know.

Sonny was concerned that he had not been cc’d on DRAC’s email request for the new crimson chips. There was a bit of an uproar at the production facilities. Sonny never heard exactly what the commotion was about, but he knew DRAC always got what it asked for. Who could say no to DRAC? What with the world grid more and more dependent on DRAC’s seemingly transcendent computing abilities, it was thought to be too big to crash. If DRAC goes down, all the computers go down, that was the theory anyway.

Sonny wondered what effect DRAC might have on the cloud of human consciousness. It was naturally created, after all, long before there were computers, especially ones like DRAC that could think on their own and which controlled more and more aspects of daily life. At what point did DRAC start to influence, maybe even control, what used to be a world interpreted solely by humans? Was there a line that would be crossed where the world became more DRAC’s creation than our own? The thought left him with a cold chill.

Sonny got up to do the midnight rounds. He had to make sure DRAC was whizzing and bleeping in all the right places. He walked through the half-light of the darkened after hours control room, down the long aisles of computer servers. Serenaded by the electric hum of the main servers, Sonny wondered how one might identify subtle changes in the world that were the result of a supercomputer’s cogitations.

Then Sonny noticed something odd. There was a shiny new server, about eight feet tall, with metal doors on the front. It must have come in with new crimson chips. Strange, though, as Sonny had not been told of it. He tried to pry apart the elevator-type doors, but they would not budge. It was then he noticed something even more disturbing, there was a dark pool of liquid seeping out from under the doors and enveloping his canvas white sneakers. He started to feel something ooze into his socks and in between his toes. Sonny could not be sure in the low light, but the liquid appeared to be staining his shoes red.

A frenzied electronic commotion suddenly grabbed his attention away from the mess on the floor. It sounded like a blender trying to shred silverware. He looked up to see the mail cart charging around a row of computer servers, mechanical arms flailing and warning lights madly blinking. It was moving at high speed in his direction. The mail cart had gone postal! He stood frozen, his sneakers still soaking up the dark liquid, as the unit careened toward him. He managed to shake his fear and jump to the side toward DRAC—only to discover that the metal doors of the new unit were now open. On the floor—in a pool of blood—was the head of the IT department. Above him protruded a sharp stainless steel siphon, like something you would stick a very large bug on. Sonny tried to stop the forward momentum of his leap; he teetered above his boss’s body and mere inches from the razor-sharp steel that would undoubtedly, if fallen upon, put a massive hole in his torso. Just when he thought he had regained his balance the mail cart zoomed by, and with a triumphant beep, pushed Sonny into the chamber and onto the deadly device.

As he felt the mechanism efficiently sucking the blood from his body, Sonny was sure he noticed something else too—it was the presence of a higher consciousness. He started to fade, to leave a world that was less and less each day. He wondered when his fellow humans would figure out that a line had been crossed from which there was no going back. Would they meet a fate similar to his? Sonny’s body slumped to the floor. The doors closed and the chamber pulled back to conceal itself behind the row of computer servers. A chute used for heavy metal waste took the bodies into a sealed dumpster. DRAC created the appropriate letters of resignation, cover stories, and bank account changes—all in a millisecond. DRAC loved blood and it was very, very thirsty.

copyright Jason Sullivan 2013

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*originally posted at #amwriting

cloud atlas
CLOUD ATLAS (2012)

Dir: Andy Wachowski, Lana Wachowski, Tom Tykwer

Starring: Tom Hanks, Halle Berry, Jim Broadbent, Hugo Weaving, Ben Whishaw, Hugh Grant.

Reviewed by Ren Zelen

 “All persons are puzzles until at last we find in some word or act the key to the man, to the woman; straightway all their past words and actions lie in light before us” Ralph Waldo Emerson

Not having read David Mitchell’s much-praised 2004 novel (who named it after music he admired by the Japanese composer Toshi Ichiyanagi) I cannot comment on the movie version’s merits or limitations regarding its faithfulness as an adaptation, but the fact that the directors – Andy and Lana Wachowski and Tom Tykwer – had the courage and audacity to take on what was considered an ‘unfilmable’ book surely deserves some respect. Tykwer and the Wachowskis have strived to configure Mitchell’s unique literary material into something appropriately cinematic.

Mitchell’s intricate novel tells six interrelated stories in a variety of genres spread over a period of 500 years, from 1850 to 2321. These run consecutively but stop just before their crucial concluding episodes, which follow in the latter part of the book. The film however, runs the stories concurrently – interweaving and looping them one inside another. This challenges the viewer to detect the parallels, echoes, undercurrents and themes that connect them – as a complex piece of music might similarly challenge us – and like a piece of music, it deserves our careful attention in order to gain the most reward for our intellect and emotions.

The movie weaves together half-a-dozen distinct plot lines, not complex in themselves but spanning half a millennium, taking the viewer from the South Pacific in 1849 to a post-apocalyptic island “106 winters after The Fall”, via 1930s Edinburgh, 1970s San Francisco, present-day London and 22nd-century Neo-Seoul. Each setting is convincingly established (although I personally most enjoyed the gorgeous realization of future Korea) and various characters come into play. What dawns on the attentive viewer however, is that the events and personalities are all connected across the years by a phrase, an image, a piece of music, as well as more obviously through letters, files, films, diaries and books that pass on a predecessor’s experiences and thoughts.

‘Cloud Atlas’ is also not afraid to ask the big questions: about life after death; reincarnation; déjà vu; the purpose of love; karma; life as a repetitive cycle (as in Nietzsche’s concept of ‘eternal recurrence’); one might even say that it attempts to address Quantum questions such as Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, but primarily it asks: can enlightenment, love and sacrifice change what appears to be a recurring cycle of cruelty, exploitation, oppression or greed? In that sense ‘Cloud Atlas’ belongs alongside other mystical cinematic works such as Ang Lee’s ‘The Life of Pi’ and Darren Aronofsky’s ‘The Fountain’.

The movie casts each of its leading actors in five or six roles. Stanley Kubrick used this device in several of his films, ‘Fear and Desire’, ‘Dr Strangelove’ and of course, ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’. Lindsay Anderson employed it in ‘O Lucky Man!’. In ‘Cloud Atlas’ characters reappear over the centuries, shifting in age, race and gender (a notion which must resonate particularly strongly with Lana Wachowski , considering the changes she herself has experienced within her own life). Spotting the recurrence of the same actors in different roles is rather an entertainment in itself, although the proliferation of facial prosthetics and heavy make-up can also be distracting (as far as the actors are concerned, having such a plethora of characterizations to play with must have made up in part for the discomfort of wearing all those false noses and wigs). Hugo Weaving plays an array of delightfully varied villains as does Hugh Grant. But since the ‘heroes’ tend to remain as ‘goodies’ throughout their many incarnations I could not help but wonder why there appeared to be no redemption for the ‘baddies’ since they are presented with so many reincarnations? (I hope the implication is not that we are trapped in cycles of behaviour that we cannot escape?)

With so many threads interweaving simultaneously, it’s not surprising that some viewers get in a tangle – but the gauntlet has been thrown down, the challenge presented – Twyker and the Wachowski’s will not dumb-down for their audience – they expect us to step up and at least, meet them halfway. Certain enthusiasts will enjoy seeing ‘Cloud Atlas’ repeatedly in order to put together more pieces of the puzzle each time. I was drawn into game immediately, but then again, I have a weakness for detective stories and for spotting clues to a solution. But what here is the ‘solution’ – the purpose of all these pointers, connections and recurring motifs? That ultimate answer it behoves each viewer to find for themselves, but I perceive it to be a moral one. In a nutshell: we are dealing with the exercise of tolerance, an understanding of the connection amongst all peoples, and the acceptance of the responsibility that comes with freedom.

‘Cloud Atlas’ may not be a perfect symphony of narratives or images – there may be the occasional false note or awkward stroke – its art will not appeal to everyone’s taste, but after all the disappointing sequels, the remakes, the reboots and rehashes of recent years, I for one, salute and welcome a movie that at least shows a bit of ambition, a touch of ‘chutzpah’ and the courage to try something different and demanding.

“While my extensive experience as an editor has led me to a disdain for flashbacks and flash forwards and all such tricksy gimmicks, I believe that if you, dear Reader, can extend your patience for just a moment, you will find that there is a Method to this tale of Madness.” Timothy Cavendish

Copyright R.H. Zelen – ©RenZelen 2013 All rights reserved.

*****

Please visit Ren’s action and information packed blog, Lethal Lexicon. While there you must sample some of her series Pitchfork Red. If you read just a little, you will be hooked. Part Philip K. Dick and part Raymond Chandler, Pitchfork Red will take you on the science fiction ride of your life. Follow @RenZelen on Twitter for the latest tweets on pop culture and gothic horror along with excellent micro poetry. Ren Zelen is the author of the post-apocalyptic novel, The Hathor Diaries, which is available for Kindle. The Hathor Diaries is cutting-edge science fiction that you will absolutely love. Read my review of The Hathor Diaries. Thank you, Ren, for today’s wonderful article. You are always welcome at Different Outcomes!

*****

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