The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 10 – 2024 edition

No, not the crappy new age BS that was put out to obfuscate this work

The Abundance Paradigm

by Amaterasu Solar

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Foreword 2024

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I wrote this novella in 2008, and have versions of it posted around the web. I will post each chapter in a separate post, and link to previous chapters as I go. There are 12 chapters to the book, and I may not post every day, so I don’t know how long it will be before We get to the end.

The first two chapters provide the setting for what things will look like in the future, and in the third, the diary of Amelia Ringer arrives to give offset.

I was much more naive back then, so do forgive the naiveté. I also changed a few things from the original, but mostly left it alone. See You at the end.

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Chapter 10

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We stepped out the J.D. near the theatre, first me and then Lee. There was a line, thankfully short, for tickets, and we moved to the end. Others gathered behind us as we moved forward. When we got to the window, we punched in a request for four tickets – I had assured Flo that I would get tickets for her and Dee (SoundMan Sam was not interested in plays, but Dee, still looking for her bliss, was a willing audience member for the play). The machine produced the tickets and Lee tucked them in his pocket.

The theatres had tried allowing tickets to be ordered online, but a number of seats went empty as people changed their plans, so rather than have empty seats, they chose to have the tickets disbursed outside, thereby ensuring that those who really wanted to see the plays would have seats – at least until they “sold out.” The tickets, of course, had no payment involved, but the seats were limited and so tickets were necessary.

All of Pierce’s plays surrounded the scenes one could find in the scarcity of our past. His sets were comprised entirely of Old Things, lent by people who received credit for the items they brought to the stage. This play, called Quasimodo’s Plight, dealt with the struggles of one person, born defective and ugly, in a society that spurned such people. In the scarcity and hidden tech, such people had no hope of having a physical vehicle of beauty. Now, of course, many ways had been developed to give us all the body we preferred. But back then, one was stuck with what one was born to.

Lee and I waited at the theatre entrance, and a short while later, I saw Flo, dressed in an exquisite velvet of darkest red, with pearls sewn in intricate swirls and sprays across the front and around the hem. With her was a young girl, in a taffeta dress of pale lavender, with a striking teal Witness necklace. Flo smiled brightly, and the young girl grinned.

“Izzy!” Flo exclaimed and hugged me.

“Flo!” I returned, as I hugged her back. “This is Lee,” I said, “Lee, this is Flo, the artist that made the new fountain at home.”

Lee hugged Flo warmly. “Glad to meet you,” he offered. “The fountain is the most awe-inspiring piece I have seen. I love the way you play with the water.”

Flo smiled coyly in thanks and turned to indicate the young one beside her. “My daughter, Dee.”

“Hi,” said Dee, “Nice to meet you.” Dee smiled as Lee and I shook her hand.

“Lovely colors, Dee,” I offered, gesturing at the pretty sight she created.

Dee grinned widely and said simply, “Thanks!”

“Izzy tells me you are a photographer,” Flo said to Lee as we turned to enter the theatre lobby, sliding the tickets into the door ’bottie as we passed through. Lee began to regale Flo with stories of his photographic adventures and we all chatted warmly as we found our seats and sat.

The play was a sad one, with the protagonist ending his life with no one to mourn his passing. What a statement on the affairs of a scarcity paradigm. There was a standing ovation at the end as Pierce took the stage with his Troupe of actors, all of whom had high reputations and had, indeed, proved the reputations true.

The four of us decided it would be a wonderful adventure to go to Thailand City, a sky city above the temples and jungle of Thailand, to shop and eat. I will admit that I was the strongest proponent of this idea, as I was (again!) craving Thai food. We each passed through the J.D. to find ourselves in the noontide clouds above the ancient city of Bangkok.

We shared a repast of curries and rice, I choosing a viciously spicy red curry, the others opting for tamer fare, with sweet Thai iced coffee for all. Dee adored the mild curry dish she chose and commented that she might learn to prepare Thai food. We laughed and smiled encouragingly. She had announced that she might want to be an actor when we were in New York, and had suggested other directions – fashion designer, painter (when she heard what I did), and other such creative endeavors – throughout the cycle day.

“I’m sure you will find your bliss soon, Dee,” I remarked with kindness in my words.

Dee gave a small frown and replied, “I surely hope so, Izzy. There’s so much to choose from and I like to do most of it!”

“That’s the plight we have now, I guess,” Lee interjected. “But it’s a far better plight than Quasimodo had, eh?”

Dee nodded. “Yeah. At least no one teases and hurts you if you haven’t figured out yet what you love to do.”

We all agreed and the conversation turned to my finished painting, Flo’s latest work and other things we wanted to share.

We thanked Ki, who had provided our lovely meal and had spent most of his time while preparing it putting on a show as he cooked for his large table of guests (who came and ate and left, sometimes joining in with the show banter, and sometimes eating and leaving with smiles and waves of thanks, loathe to interrupt the flow). The four of us strolled out to see what was offered in the many shops along a ribbon of walkway. When we finally tired of the adventure, we headed towards a J.D., Dee carrying a bag with a lovely bracelet she had fallen in love with, and said our goodbyes.

“Let me know when we can do this again,” Flo suggested. “I enjoyed this immensely!”

“I’ll call you when the next play is offered and we can make plans,” I offered. “It was indeed lovely.”

We hugged and waved as each of us approached the J.D. And then Lee and I were home.

The house now was traveling east from San Francisco, heading for Bryce Canyon. Lee had suggested that location and I thought that would be glorious, and so off the house went at my request.

Lee took my hand as he stepped through, murmuring something about sleep, and led me to the bedroom, to make love and then to sleep. It had been a long day.

In the morning, after greeting one another in kisses and caresses, Lee asked if I wanted to read more of the diary.

“Sure!” I responded, calling for the book. Momentarily it was placed beside us and we snuggled again in front of its pages, finding where we had left off.

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April 30, 2009

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Tomorrow I leave for New York! I cannot express my excitement! Now is the time to break the perspective to the world. Now the small army, who understands where we could take ourselves, will grow – with any luck, to grow to where we can affect change, will grow to the tipping point.

My friend, Bernice, will drive me to the airport. I still haven’t gotten through to her completely as to what abundance means for every Human on the planet…but she kinda gets it. She still thinks something would cause it all to break down, but she agrees that if we could make it happen it would be heaven. I guess that is the best I can hope for from her. I love her dearly, but she is not so blessed with vision as some.

Meanwhile, I have fewer and fewer arguments with people online. Most, I suspect, have backed away, sure like Bernice that somehow it won’t work without any specific idea of what would break it down. None have offered an issue I have been unable to address, and so the discourse has slowed or stopped on many of the boards I post to. But on one, TheLivingMoon.com, I have many now discussing what the first step is to bring awareness and motivation to Humans. Many there have far more data about the world’s secret workings than are known by those who trust the MSM as their definer of reality.

I found TLM through another board where my efforts were not appreciated. The owner of TLM invited me over when it was clear the other board was not fully receptive. Having found the forum, which values evidence, rational speculation and interpretation, and rather abhors ignorance and willful refusal to look at evidence, I have posted my thoughts consistently for some time. The Abundance Paradigm is merely the latest.

It’s nice to find the reception of rational individuals. Sure, there are the spooks, toadies who roam the boards spreading epithets and assassinating character, berating evidence and belittling suggestions, but TLM is devoid of these types, being privately owned and requiring admin approval to join. It has a population of earnest and honest Human hearts.

Many on TLM, most I would say, have seen through the Lizard Hearted’s behaviors – including the plans that whipped up national fervor to drag us into wars, and the attempts to starve us, enslave us, and tear down the works we have created to protect all individuals. I am very grateful that the members are so open-minded. They know the panic the Interweb has caused in the Lizard Hearted. They know of the efforts, initiating them even, to control the Web, keeping the truth from us and making us ignorant.

As I have said before, we must prevail in keeping the free and open Web, where we are the “spiders” that swarm around the data “flies,” lest it become the Net that ensnares our minds. Dear Gods, we must prevail!

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Ah yes, I thought, that’s where “data flies” came from. Amelia coined it. I had forgotten. We read on.

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May 3, 2009

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The flight to New York was quick and uneventful, and I found the guy who was picking me up with ease. He was holding a sign outside the gate with my name on it. He took me to the hotel and got me checked in. They put me in a suite! It’s lovely, high up on the 52nd floor, and looks out over Manhattan. Food arrived for dinner and all my quirky requests had been seen to – no hydrogenated oils, fully or partially, in any food. No MSG, no propylene glycol, no beef, no pork, no poultry. Organic produce only, organic eggs and raw milk cheese. Sometimes I am surprised by how much is pumped into our food supply, sold as being good for one reason or another, and so many people never question.

I suppose I would eat beef, pork, and poultry if I knew they had been raised naturally, and not in pools of their own waste, stressed out in overcrowded confinement, shot with antibiotics and hormones, slaughtered in filth and otherwise processed with no thought for health but rather for profit. Sadly, finding such pure and good meat is difficult.

This is the best I have eaten in quite some time.

The boss was making sounds that bordered on threat when I left work on Wednesday. I strongly suspect that I will see no job when I get back. Well, I will worry about that when I get back. Too bad I couldn’t open her mind to the ethical and practical implications of abundance. I tried…but she just couldn’t grasp it.

I met yesterday with several writers but not Stephen. We discussed what I might say in the limited time I will have. We honed it, added lines for Stephen, lines of response for me, and so on. It was lots of fun, and some of the suggestions for repartee had us cracking up. It was a very enjoyable time and I count myself lucky to have been invited.

I will spend the weekend wandering around Manhattan, maybe riding the subway out to Coney Island – I keep hearing how fun and historic it is – and take in the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, and maybe look over “Ground Zero…” The last I am unsure about, since it is likely to drive home the evils the Lizard Hearted can concoct and inflict on the populace they control, and I would rather fill my time with happy thoughts while I am here. It is such a rare opportunity, and I don’t want to spoil it.

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“That must have been so exciting for her,” I commented to Lee as we took a break. “I wish I could have been a fly on the wall at the meeting with the writers.”

Lee agreed. “Yeah, those historic moments we will never have the details of… Wish we both could have been there.”

I nodded earnestly in response and then suggested, “Shall we have breakfast? I’m getting famished.” Lee kissed me quickly in response and hopped up out of bed.

“Sure,” Lee replied, “but I get to make it today!”

“Great,” I nodded happily, stretching and then pulling myself up and out of the bed.

We made our way out through the jungle and Lee said he would call me when breakfast was ready as he turned towards the kitchen. I headed on to the living room to check my email and Humanity.web.

When I got to my couch I brought up the Web and then my email. I had a few more announcements of products available and two responses to my mailing about Little Buddha and Companion. A George Pingau and Nguyen Li both had fallen in love with the work. Both were asking if I would part with the painting. Since I knew neither, I wrote to each asking about their thoughts on the work, hoping to determine which was the better to give it to. By the time I had finished writing and sending the inquiry and checking Humanity.web, and just as I was starting to explore new information on the Web, Lee called me to breakfast.

Spread upon the dining room table was an awesome smelling offering. A soufflé with a very sharp cheddar cooked in, venison medallions, fresh creamline milk in tall glasses, and ripe blueberries covered in cream. It all looked delightful.

“Thanks, Chef Lee,” I said as I surveyed the table with delight. Lee wasn’t half bad as a cook. “Let’s eat!”

With total agreement, Lee sat in unison with me and we polished off the entire lot in giggles and conversation.

“The house should be at Bryce by the time we’re done,” I remarked. “Shall we take a hike after breakfast?”

“Wonderful,” Lee responded. “I love the beauty there. I think I’ll bring my camera.”

I gave a brief laugh. “Surprise, surprise!”

Lee made a wry face at me and then returned my laughter. “Well, you know me…”

“I surely do, Mister,” I retorted, winking and grinning.

Together we went to get dressed. I asked for jeans and a T-shirt, with rugged boots ideal for trail hiking. Lee’s attire nearly matched mine but where I had chosen a red T-shirt, he had chosen a navy blue one.

We walked out to the terrace, seeing the ramp already set near the head of the trail into the canyon. The colorful, wind-sculpted pillars of stone peeked out beyond the edge of the canyon, offering their form for the imagination to build a story around. Other houses were set nearby, though I saw no one within hailing distance. Bryce Canyon is fairly popular, it would seem.

Once we got to the ground, the ramp retracted on my suggestion, and we headed for the trailhead downwards. The air was warm but not yet sweltering as it would be in mid-summer, and the scent of pine and freshness filled our deeply drawn breaths. Down and down we went, switching back here and there, as the stone rose higher and higher, frozen in dance, above our head.

Light and shadow played tag through the monuments we passed through, and I marveled at the many colors and fascinating shapes that made up the canyon.

“Oh, Lee, this is beautiful.”

Lee, who had been capturing the canyon’s story on film, tucked his camera close in one hand and wrapped me with his other arm, pulling me close to him and kissing me lightly. “It sure is,” he agreed.

Others were passing us on the trail, or standing in awe or conversation as we passed them. We smiled to any we met, and smiles were always returned.

Lee and I found a small bench of stone some distance down, naturally carved by the forces that sculpted the Canyon itself, and we sat side by side. Above us loomed cartoon characters and faerie dancers, caught frozen in form, multihued and glowing in the early afternoon sun. I sighed and rested my head on Lee’s shoulder; Lee wrapped mine in his arm. For a while we sat, saying nothing, and watched the movement on the trail, and the lizards on the rocks nearby that drank up the sun as they spread themselves out to maximize their sun-receiving surface.

Except for the snatches of conversation of those who passed by on the trail, the air stood nearly still. The sound of a greater wind above, teasing the tops of the parade of forms, whistled softly. It was peaceful, restful. Shadows reached for the light, distorting themselves upon the tumbled evidence of fallen faces that spread out at the foot of the towers.

After a while Lee stood, taking my hands and pulling me to my feet, and we began the hike back upwards.

As we approached, the house lowered the ramp and we climbed its slope to finally rest on the terrace upon a bench, placed by ’botties per my request sent as we neared the trail-head. The ramp pulled in and the house lifted skyward where it hovered with an awesome view of the Canyon. Lee and I kissed and melted in the sun into one another, our passion full and love overflowing.

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Past Chapters:

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The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 1 (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter

The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 2 (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-cb8

The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 3 (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-64f

The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 4 (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-f31

The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 5 (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-172

The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 6 (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-0be

The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 7 (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-ae7

The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 8 (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-3d6

The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 9 (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-c2d

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Links to My work for Humanity:

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Can You Gaetz Which One is Which? (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/can-you-gaetz-which-one-is-which

I Have Authority Over You (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/i-have-authority-over-you

Social Currency (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/social-currency

Quantifying Wealth (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/quantifying-wealth

Tips and Tricks for Surviving the Performance (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/tips-and-tricks-for-surviving-the

Demand Diplomatic Immunity! (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/demand-diplomatic-immunity

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Endia – A Short Story by Amaterasu Solar
http://tapyoureit.boards.net/thread/260/endia

Quite the Opposite – A Short Story for Change – by Amaterasu Solar
http://tapyoureit.boards.net/thread/72/quite-opposite-short-story-change

The Abundance Paradigm – A Novella by Amaterasu Solar
http://tapyoureit.boards.net/thread/242/abundance-paradigm-novella

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My father taught Me never to believe anything. He told Me to place probabilities and adjust them as new data come along, asking the question, "Does that explain what I see?," when evaluating data. He was an aerospace engineer, and worked with T Townsend Brown (see My featured vid on Odysee or YouToilet). From a very early age I was concerned that the way I was told things worked, in terms of government and social affairs, did not explain what I saw. So the first few decades I worked to determine WHY this was.

I wound up in banking, seeing the flow of things in the headquarters of a major bank in Los Angeles. I became intimately familiar with the flow of money, and economics. I asked the question, "Why do We use money?"

When the web arrived, My research capabilities flourished, and I learned much that explained what I saw, but the only explanations I found for why We use money started with trade and barter, which are still money in a direct form, and did not answer the WHY. Then, I came upon the explanation that these were used because, with a finite amount of stuff, it was to ensure that We got Our "fair share" in a scarcity environment, in exchange for the work We added.

From this I realized the WHY. We were accounting for Our energy input into things. And that We needed to do this because the Human energy was scarce compared to what We needed to be produced (back then).

I also discovered that over half Our planet's wealth was "owned" by fewer than 100 Humans...

I was very interested in psychology, too. And studied it deeply, being fascinated by psychopathy, focusing on that aberration, learning that They had discovered a gene that manifested Individuals who were incapable of love, compassion, caring, and empathy for Others – primary psychopaths. Seeing that the wealth was so disproportionate, and that the families who "owned" it inbred, what would explain what I saw would be that They wanted to retain that psychopathic gene. Given that the wealth could feed, clothe, house ALL of Us (and give Us freedom) abundantly and many times over, and yet None set forth to care for Humanity, I had to give probability approaching 100% that They are psychopaths, as that explains perfectly what I see, and answers My quest for why the way I was told things worked did not explain what I saw.

And I asked... If I was a psychopath, with enough wealth to buy anything and anyOne I wanted to, and given that money = power (power over Others is something psychopaths seek), would I be motivated to create a false "reality" for the masses and thereby manipulate Them? I think You can figure out what answer I came up with. And would that explain what I see? Absolutely.

Now, given that money is merely the accounting token used to account for Our Human energy, it would follow that free energy would threaten fully the accounting for Our energy. If I was a psychopath, with enough money to buy sites like Wikipedia, the media, the education system, etc., would I do all I could to suppress and hide free energy?

And given I personally know that electrogravitics offers both gravity control and energy from the aether (the electromagnetic field that pervades the universe), and that it went into black projects, such efforts to hide and suppress would explain what I see completely.

So I am neither a "conspiracy theorist," nor am I a "conspiritard," but rather... I am a conspiracy analyst. And given this analysis, knowing that conspiracies are the NORM in history and that they didn't just stop some years back, I conclude that conspiracies abound. That explains perfectly what I see.

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Love always.