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The
Fable of Andrew the Pious
as retold by Sam Aurelius Milam III Once upon a time, long, long ago, there were heavy rains in the mountains of northern Claymere, and the Running River flooded. The storm was clearly visible from the few villages in the valley. There was thunder, lightning, and great sheets of distant grey rain, so the flood didn't catch anyone by surprise. Indeed, such floods had occasionally happened in the history of Claymere, and the folk of the region had a long tradition of taking a holiday when the floodwaters rose. When the storm began, most people in the river villages drove their herds to higher pastures, moved vulnerable possessions to higher ground, packed picnic lunches, and prepared for a festive occasion. Their houses were simple and easily repaired or even replaced if necessary. Their brand of stoicism was, whenever possible, laced with gay festivity. This festive nature of the folk of Claymere was a thorn in the side of the Holy Church, which frowned upon the frivolous. The Holy Church, at the time of this particular flood, had recently built a chapel in the village of Bend, on the verge of the Running River. This chapel was under the supervision of a priest named Andrew Lackley, also known as Andrew the Pious. Andrew scorned the gay abandon with which the folk of Claymere approached life, and he was determined not only to convert them to the gloomy precepts of the Holy Church, but also to darken their outlook in general. Thus, as the population fled the flood in a mood of merriment, joking about the manure that they would not have to shovel, he exhorted them to remain. He loudly extoled the virtues of prayer as the proper way to meet an emergency, and knelt outside the chapel by way of example. The people laughed and advised him to pray hard. A few of the less devout enquired as to his ability to tread water and pray at the same time. Andrew the Pious wasn't amused. As the flood waters rose, Andrew climbed first up the stairs into the chapel and then up the ladder into the choir loft. There he prayed. The flood waters rose further and Andrew would have been trapped in the loft had not a huge log rammed into the wall and opened a gaping hole. Andrew climbed out thereby and onto the roof, where he prayed. "Oh Lord, merciful and loving, please save me from this flood!" As Andrew prayed, a man in a boat came drifting upon the flood. This man had a long white beard, thick white hair, and beside him in the boat lay a long and sturdy staff. Seeing Andrew, the man grabbed the staff, strove mightily, and was able to guide his boat to the edge of the roof. "Come on!" he cried. "I can't hold 'er here ferever!" "Thank you for your kind offer, my Brother!" yelled Andrew, "But you may go your way with my blessing. The Lord will save me!" "Whatever ..." mumbled the man. He shoved his boat away from the chapel and drifted away on the flood. He was quickly out of sight. Andrew the Pious prayed. "Oh Dear and Merciful God, loving and forgiving, hear me I pray in my time of great need! Please save me from this terrible flood!" Andrew felt a jolt and looked around. There was a raft lodged against the chapel. On the raft were two small children, clutching to themselves a few meager possessions. "Get on! Get on!" they shrieked. "We're slippin back into tha stream!" "Go in peace, my children," blessed Andrew. "I have no need of a space upon your raft. There may yet be others in greater need than I. Go! The Lord will save me!" Just then, the raft slipped past the corner of the chapel, and floated away. Then the chapel began to groan and sway ominously. Andrew prayed. "Oh, Dear and Mighty Lord on High, most powerful and merciful, who sees even the fall of a tiny sparrow, now in the extremity of my need I do beseech ...." At that point the chapel collapsed. "Why," he demanded "didn't you save me? I was pure. I never sinned! And I lived in that wretched little village and tried to save the Souls of those ignorant yokels! When the flood came, I made an example and prayed fervently!" "We tried." replied the Voice. "You would not be saved." "But I wanted to be saved!" objected Andrew. "It's all I was praying for!" "Well, what did you expect?" answered the Voice. "After all, We sent you a log, a boat, and a raft." |
.... In the meantime, sorry for having taken so long to get back to you, but thank-you for sending the copies of the Frontiersman. We are well aware of some of the atrocities which are being committed in "Free" countries, the likes of Waco, and worse still, committed in the name of freedom. On one occasion while driving up from Baltimore I was listening to one of these big name talk shows out of Philadelphia. Though I did not catch the name of the program I do remember what he said; "I have been following the political scene for years and it is with great regret that I must now admit, that; Congress has become the enemy of the people." And I am not saying the things that I do as a Canadian, to take a swipe against my friends to the south. We, my local friends and I, are dead set against stupid borders. In some ways Canada might be a bit better off in areas of personal freedom, but Canada tends to parallel and follow with an appropriate lag time, anything which happens in the US of A. "Nationalism," I once heard it said, "has caused more human suffering throughout history than any other single cause; ... save that of religion!" Unfortunately, in the US of A, (the greatest democracy on the planet), (coming soon to Canada), we are increasingly and with frightening speed seeing the emergence of serious political forces which encompass both. "A religious dictatorship", a friend of mine predicts, "within 2 years." While I certainly hope not, I am less than optimistic. I am happy to be in touch with you and others who feel strongly about freedom, and I appreciate your effort, but it deeply concerns me that publications like yours are even necessary. "In the United States, people are going to jail ... for looking at things. Isn't anyone concerned????", I read on the InterNet once. If you are not aware of it, there is a battle going on in cyberspace, which is over freedom of speech vs government attempts to control it. I think, and I hope, that governments everywhere have met their match. The InterNet has been called, "The world's biggest anarchy." What is being seen for the first time in human history, is absolutely unmoderated exchanges of ideas between millions of ordinary people all around the world. For the first time ever, people who have felt themselves to be social outcasts, sicos if you will, are freely and proudly exchanging thoughts and ideas (and pictures) with others of similar bent. The InterNet, regardless of what the conservative masters expect from their slaves, is destined I think, to become THE most significant event this century. And I honestly think that governments at all levels are terrified of it. Imagine, ordinary people, talking to each other!! You might keep an eye on the ACLU challenge to the censorship provisions of the "Communications decency Act," which Clinton recently rammed through the house. In ACLU vs Reno (the bitch), the government is trying to force InterNet users to "tag" so-called indecent or patently offensive words or images. Government lawyers, however, have already conceded that, "it would be impossible to implement this scheme given the technology currently available". This alone, according to an article in Monitor, (June 96), could justify granting the ACLU a preliminary injunction against the censorship provisions. What the US government arrogantly fails to recognize is that the InterNet transcends international boundaries, and that the US of A is but a small part of the whole network, which they invented themselves for military communications, and which they have now completely lost control of. But even if they lose, this case gives a crystal clear insight into the motives of the feds, and their obsession with controlling every aspect of our lives. And we are also seeing examples of the US intimidating foreign citizens and governments in this attempt to control. Information, as the feds have known for decades, is a tremendous source of power and control. Now that this information is leaking out into the general public, it is reasonable to assume that mountains will be moved to try and contain the leaks. You talk about the use of force to replace corrupt governments. I can assure you, absolutely, that the most devastating use of force imaginable, the ultimate act of terrorism, would be for someone somewhere to acquire a large database containing identification; names, addresses, phone numbers, badge numbers etc of federal agents; and post it to the InterNet. This information does exist, is accessible to someone, and there are many embittered people out there who would be both willing and capable of carrying out such an act. Not me though, I'm just a nice guy, who will bore you no further. I just wanted to say hi, thank you for your newsletters, and toss around a few ideas. — Richard; Vankleek
Hill, Ontario
Dear Sam I was very flattered to find myself mentioned twice in the July Frontiersman. But Sam, I was very alarmed to learn of the warrant for your arrest. It is hard to imagine that you have broken any law .... And if that light theory (Darkness Upon the Face of the Deep; A New Theory of Illumination, July, page 4) is correct, isn't it time for the sun to show some blackness? Seems like it's been emitting light for some time now .... — Shirley; Urbana Illinois
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Freeman-types roaming streets of San Jose? Leigh Weimers
"Many of them want to revoke any documents — driver licenses, marriage licenses, powers of attorney, etc. — that tie them to the government of California," explains Davis. The problem is that they then want to record such revocations, and there's no law that permits Davis and her fellow recorders to do that. "They (the Freeman clones) pick and choose the laws they want to obey, and I don't have that option," Davis sighs. She tells them that, and they get mad. "I don't care about the politics, but I do care about following legal recording procedures," Davis adds. And she cares about our awareness of who's in our midst and the problems awaiting those who buy into their off-the-wall schemes. "People need to realize," she says, "that they're not all in Montana." Although this article is a negative presentation of a part of the freedom movement, it's also a tacit admission that the movement is big enough to be noticed. The participants are starting to have an effect. That's good news. It's why I reprinted the article. — editor
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On the Road with Buffalo Hunter While Buff was doing some traveling recently in a small South American country, he overheard a conversation between a local farmer and a female American tourist. Although Buff didn't get permission to use their names, he did record the conversation and sent us a copy. During the conversation, the farmer mentioned that bullfighting was the number one national pastime of the people in his country. "But that's revolting!" exclaimed the lady tourist, outraged at such cruelty. "Ah no," said the farmer, "revolting, eet ees our number two pastime. But bull fighting, he ees our number one pastime." Sesame Suite
Buck Hunter Shoots Off His Mouth Dear Buck What's the best way to avoid marital problems? — worried
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