The President of the United States of America, gave NASA go ahead to land on Mars at no cost, sending three top astronauts along with 5 crew members, to search for water.
Due to negligence, a blast sending RED DUST throughout the universe along with three astronauts, safely landing back on Earth, where three days later mankind is under attack.
FEAR IN THE SKY BEWARE THE NIGHT
Here we meet little SAROPHIA rescued by a bee harvester from the big city-she will end up saving his life along with the rest of humanity-with aid from TEN of the oldest stars from our heavens.
God be with us all.

Category: God
DAYS GONE BY
What historical event fascinates you the most?
Quite the question when so much has happened, what historical event fascinates you the most-there’s so much back there that has fascinated me, I don’t have a most.
To step back in time for several hours per century without dying in the process would be out of this world right? It would be groovy man. But at the same time during any of these Centuries, at what point in time do I stop. After all, a hundred years has many changes happening almost every ten years.
What is year one? Cavemen poking each other, carving out images on rock walls, grunting, inventing fire? I would really like to walk among the neanderthal just for a few hours. I love rocks. I love the forest, and sometimes I don’t feel like talking just poking and grunting.. I imagine the scenery was probably beautiful and fascinating to walk among with land mountains untouched.
Then the Mayans and Egyptians wow I wonder only because there were no trees with the Egyptians. It’s just all hot sand and the Nile river. It would be cool to see how they made pyramids, where they came up with massive stone. Whereas the Mayan were underground-was it cold, they were a smart people, they came up with a Calendar, and the Egyptians read the stars. It would be fascinating to spend time with each of these people without being murdered for any reason which would please their GODS.
The days of the Vikings and pirates living on the waters all the glories about the lands they got to see, that’s all fascinating, but I wouldn’t want to be there. I have this phobia about sharks. So as fascinating as I find the Vikings and pirates out on ships?, sharks!
Oh my gosh… Indians, and Cowboys! Geronimo, Pecos bill, to live in teepees, log cabins, to shoot arrows to ride bucking horses, learn how to make wigwam’s sing, like Pocahontas, ride with Doc holiday and the gang, robbing trains…an hour in each of their shoes as long as I wouldn’t get skinned alive or hung from the highest tree, it would be freaking awesome to dance around a fire and or brawl in a bar because they didn’t like my sing while laying on the piano. As for the clothes? Wow, the buck-skin the natives wore with their headdresses and beads so beautiful, and the dresses and funny feathered hats the women wore, with their tiny umbrellas as they walked through dirt down muddy roads, being covered with wet muck as the horses went galloping past. Yeah I would love to stay an hour each.
Then, what about hanging out with pretty boy Floyd or Bonnie and Clyde or Mad dog whoever he is, Casa Blanca, and all them bootleggers? I wouldn’t mind being there learning how to bootleg, well make it anyways. All the gagsters with their Gatling guns, gunning down whom ever they wanted, in black suits with black hats-say what are you playing at?
To be on the titanic what a fascinating boat they made that out to be, but I don’t want to drowned…oh, they built a ship titanic to sail the ocean blue and they thought they had a ship that the water couldn’t go through but the good Lord raised his hand said the ship will never land was sad when the great ship went down.. nope, no thanks, even though it was a fascinating time. Makes me actually think of Tom Sawyer and Mark Twain fascinating era in deed. But if I did spend time there, I would help Tom white-wash the fence, lol then go play. Rather get into trouble..
No wars for me ever, no slavery, no religion no breaking nations apart. None of that fascinates me interests me moves me, none of that. I don’t want to be among the pilgrims with the plague with killing off natives to steal their land. Nothing fascinating about that era. None of that should be in history or have happened but it has and I am not interested in ever visiting any of that ever unless of course…I could change it all. Bahahaha.
And cool Daddio Beatniks, snapping their fingers in stead of clapping, talking their talk with their poems, in beats and rhythm. A funny bunch these people were. I only got to witness this stuff on TV television programs-Beatniks’ we’re out there, way out there. Then you had hippies. I wouldn’t mind being a beatnik for an hour long as I didn’t get hurt or being a hippie for a while as long as I didn’t do drugs and die or get beat up by people who didn’t like hippies, or get caught up with Charles Manson and his followers.
Yeah, history is fascinating. History is a wonder…just seems that it’s all a creation from somebody seeing pictures on the wall for the early part of it, which of course causes one to question wanting to go see for themselves. It’s all amazing with glories and fascinating stories, I wouldn’t know where to go first with all these days gone by, same as what fascinates me the most?
The End.
History. It’s all a systematic study and documentation of the human past anyway so…Imagine if we were never told about all this past history, what then would be fascinating? 🤷♀️
WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THE GOD DAMED QUEEN
Do you see yourself as a leader?
YES! As the matter of fact. I Do. Maybe in a past life I was.
One time when I was 15 we owned a small Convenience Store in a small village, and in this store alongside canned foods’ / dry goods/ cigarettes, we cooked fast food.
That at the time I was 15- years of age it was my turn to be the server. This did not bother me at all I rather liked it, and this particular day a truck driver stopped in and ordered a Hamburger. Sure no problem sir.
Turned out there was a HUGE problem…
The building happened to be a little over one hundred years old /feed mill/ living quarters upstairs…you get the picture, old place, in the front of this building is the store area with an old door closing the store from the living area/ kitchen/ living room/ staircase to the bedrooms. And I had to get to the kitchen by way of said door.
Now not only was this door barely hanging on its hinges, the place was damp and the FREAKING doorknob was on the verge of breaking off?
Long story short…yes sir, one hamburger coming up, turning to open the door nothing happened, so I turned the knob pulling again, stuck, and crap. My third attempt pulling harder only made a scary noise causing me to let go before I pulled the handle right off-I knocked on the door loudly.
To my surprise my younger sibling opened the door-this caused her to stop washing dishes.
My father was sitting at the table holding a fork of food reading to place it in his mouth-but Sat frozen staring at me.
My mother stood in some sort of locked position holding a dish in one hand and the cloth in the other? It was like the door opened into a TWILIGHT Zone-everyone frozen in some sort of trance lasting for about three or four seconds, then all hell broke loose…my mother roared into the dead quite at me (still standing on my side) safe…with a witness-the man. Bahahaha lucky me. She yelled so loudly I flinch.
She said. “WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THE GOD DAMED QUEEN?
👀
I thought before answering…no, I tried three times to open the door, it wouldn’t open, so I knocked before pulling the handle off, and this man wants a hamburger, (man saved me from being hit) Bahahaha.
True Story and very often to this day, almost 68 now, I think YES! I could be Queen, I would make a GREAT LEADER-honest & true to my country & its people. 👸 😃 😉
The End.
WHAT COUNTRIES DO YOU WANT TO VISIT
WHAT COUNTRIES DO YOU WANT TO VISIT
Hmm, to visit others countries? Yeah I don’t want to visit other countries. Quite honestly I don’t want to visit any other country, I have this safety feature going on in my head all the time<>so boring, I don’t even think about leaving my country, to busy living life and having fun.
When I was very young I thought about seeing the PYRAMIDS due to the fact that I have a great fascination with rocks. I can’t even walk down the sidewalk without searching the ground for some tiny shiny pebble, stone, rock or bolder!
When I was a kid, I had this urge to go to AFRICA just to see the people-the way they dress with markings on their faces and to watch them dance in circles, or lines using spears to show their kill of the day and now everyone could eat. But then . . .But then they eat people!>>>I said I was very young. Still, my desires faded away leaving me happy to see them on the television and safe from wild animal attacks.
I once has this thrill to go to BETHLEHEM or JERUSALEM, ISRAEL even, just for the way they lived and the bible days seemed quite interesting, the land of sand. But I was young and had strange beliefs of being closer to GOD. Then I found out God is everywhere and I need not leave.
INDIA, PAKISTAN, AFGHANISTAN-beautiful scenery, mountains, wow mountains. As a child I loved to climb, as a child I would have climbed as high as possible.
The world is full of amazing countries, but I would of had to of been born in them to be there. To visit a country now, to me, is dangerous. People are just to angry all the time now, and when people get angry innocent people get hurt or killed. Of course, this is all due to the fact that our countries are run by Tyrants, wanting. Leaving me, a STATISTICAL RETARD, always expecting to worst.
With my luck I will go and get eaten by a shark, or held ransom and we have no dollars, or suspected of being a spy or killed by a spider bite way down under-AUSTRALLIA you know or trampled by 80 wild kangaroos running from something bigger or just to get to the stream before all the water is gone.
I know, I know, I’m foolish. But when you hear, and you read, and you see on the NEWS all this disturbing dangers of the world . . .Then hit with covid, I have no wanting’s to visit any countries but on the Television, where they show you ONLY THE BEAUTIES of lands across the seas and oceans.
So this- what countries do you want to visit-is not a fun question to ask me, for you readers-who I love so much for reading and liking my stuff, I humbly APPRECIATE and thank-you greatly with honor and respect.
THE END
Shit, I won’t even go to FLORDIA, they have crocodiles! Freaking Garden Pests.
WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?
WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF
My favorite thing about myself is the way I can get things done when they need to be done, in a quick sufficient way. Everything sparking clean, and feed you on the spot, should you just walk in. <<<>>>What a load of crap that was. I actually don’t know, I’m always complaining about myself.>>>I don’t know this, I don’t know that, I can’t stop eating. This hurts, that hurts my clothes are getting to small and can’t I find shoes that don’t hurt my toes!>>>Oh but wait. Why does it have to be favorite?, and not just like. What do you like about yourself?
What I like about myself is the very fact that I can come up with a story about ANYTHING! You name it, I will create a story about it. <<<>>>Of course I would need to look-up something I know nothing about first, then hem and haw about it for a bit then raw-who story time :). Oh, but then :0. . . It will be a scary story, 😦 . . .I don’t know (nice), though I do know what it is to be nice. <>Furrowed brow-I was not raised nice, so nice, is an extremally hard thing to put into my written stories. So right now I am still thinking, what’s your favorite thing about yourself?
My mind! My mind. It’s always thinking, It makes me laugh at times where I’m rolling on the ground<<>>Yes even in public. My mind just never stops giving me the ability to create. I’m never alone. Nothing really never matters because my favorite thing about myself is that I am always walking and talking to GOD. And NOBODY can and will ever change my belief in our LORD GOD. Not even this Jesus person, and believe me when I tell you, I have asked and argued with God asking for forgiveness for not believing in a Jesus. <<<>>>Is he not a symbol?
Did our GOD tell us . . .NO SYMBOLS BEFORE ME? (Thunder bolts & Lightening.)
This is way out of control . . .What’s your favorite thing about myself?
Maybe it is the true fact that I am kind to people. :0! Oh wait no, no, no! some people scare me and I will cross the street. AW . . .I know what it is, My favorite thing about myself is that I can HEAL. I am a healer in this life, though it is not at will, it is however the will of our LORD. I can heal and I can save. I am . . .was a HERO. Now I’m old. But still remains the fact that I was and I did hero & heal.
So LMAO . . . sorry boys and girls, you had to go through all that to get to what’s my favorite thing about myself lol. Is that I’m a good person. PHEW.
People shouldn’t ask me, about me. I don’t know about me, I was diagnosed with having a triple personality, and believe you me . . .I just play along.
THE END 😉 or is it. . .yeah, it has just dawned on me the question was/is, what’s YOUR, favorite thing about Yourself, not myself. So what is your favorite thing about yourself! Oh bother. I could have been hanging clothes. Now back to work.
THE FLASK DRINKERS
The Flask drinkers one would say, are a thing of the past, back far enough people have probably never heard of them. Do they even exist anymore? Hopefully a hand full will be sufficient and they are needed now.
The ground, in the Front Street Cemetery split apart releasing a curse from the 1600s. Thousands will parish if this nefarious old thing of a man escapes.
Flaskdrinkers are needed. If there are any to be found how would one go about finding one? God help us all.
CHANGING OUR MINDS AND WHY
CHANGING OUR MINDS AND WHY
Today I am talking about changing our minds and why because I changed my mind once again.
What change in my mind did I make? I will tell you. I changed my site name from Back2thedoghouse to Beyond The Wall then changed it back to Back2thedoghouse. WHY? Let me tell you. For some reason or other I could not take myself beyond the wall, especially not knowing what is out there and not really wanting to find out. This seemed like to much work for someone like me. And I am 67 and should not be jumping walls. I like my bones like they are, meaning I prefer my bones sore rather broke.
They say It’s woman who always change their minds. As the matter of fact I heard it said-you’re not a real woman if you never change your mind.<<<>>>What kind of crap is that?
Whom in the world came up with that. A man. you know what? I can believe a woman could have said that…maybe one day very long ago a woman changed her mind three or four times in a row. Maybe her man became all headstrong and got upset with her mind changing, so she said, “I’m a woman and I can change if I want to.”
Everybody in the world has changed their mind one time or another, I can’t see it possible that a body has never changed their mind-highly impossible to think there is someone alive that has not changed their mind, at least once. Why? I will tell you why. Because we all make mistakes. Mistakes need to be corrected which caused a change.
What about babies…Newborn babies.
Do they change their minds?
Can they change their minds?
Do newborn babies even know to change their minds?
What about animals…do they change their minds? Like a really hungry Tiger that which was going to eat you but then changed it’s mind and preferred the squirrel. Gosh darnit>>>Let’s pray this Tiger to be a holy Tiger and not eat you. But as it turns out it is a holy Tiger thanking GOD for this blessid meal and eats you.
CHANGING OUR MIND AND WHY
Something seems to get in the way of our initial thought causing a change or changes. Maybe we do not plan out this first thought in our mind, making sure all ports of the thought are well worked out and ready to go.
So think before you leap or you will weep and weep and weep.
Then you will be inside secretly changing your mind.
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