OK. Epstein has been trying to cover up what has happened here, but we cannot do it any longer.
On Friday night, while we were sleeping in the AirCar, Agent Weebley or Lucy must have flown us from Clones to Dalkey, activated the 3 green laser beam down to the roof of DP Lenticular, and since the night of June 1, 2012, the only people to now remain in The Aircar are Epstein and I.
We have a few clues, such as Yashar being cued and ready to play on the Sony Bravia XBR in the cabin, the slip of paper on the captain’s chair showing an address: 658 Danforth Ave, and the YYZ tag on the floor where the Aston Martin Rapide should be in the cargo hold.
Agent Revolver knows something is up; amanfromMars is trying to find out what, and we don’t quite know what to say about the whole thing, so we have kept Mum these past 2 days.
But Steve just sent an email to Tony Morgan from Liptons, in Clones, so we must post it here, in keeping with our mantra of transparency:
To: clones@eircom.net
From: Steve Munster
Subject: Steve Munster and ARG MetaPhoria at your service
Hi Tony,
It was a breath of fresh air to hear about what you 42 businesses are doing . . . accepting the Punt and the coupons you give as change. You have stumbled onto what we have been working on for some time now, which is a solution to the lack of money at the street level.
Nobody trusts us to do it, but you just went ahead and did it . . . and on a low budget . . . hat tip to you and your son, Ciaran!
We have decided to give you every last stick of information we have gleaned on Human Action. It’s yours for the taking. We are not in it for the money, just for the betterment of mankind.
But before I go on to ARG MetaPhoria, which is a website we livened up on January 16, 2011 in preparation for the upcoming Great Game, I figured I should give you a little background on me, to add some credence to what we are doing.
Nah . . . I erased it, as it was too long, and it was boring talking about myself . . . we will help you as much as we can, but you have to tune into our website to find out how we will help you. I will send you the occasional email to help things along, but most of the tips occur inside the website text.
I do need to mention that my wife and I are in our 16th year of running a busy fire protection business in Toronto. This makes me a bit busy, as it is a small family business with 4 employees, including my wife and I. Running this website is a labour of love, but I have zero time to do it. Last week, I slept about 4 hours per night leading up to the Fiscal Treaty vote . . . and this past Friday and weekend, I needed to catch up on the business, being with my wife and daughter, and . . . painting interior doors . . . it needs lots of attention, as we have over 5000 square feet and 3 acres. Way too big now that our 4 kids are down to 1 kid. We should sell it.
Recent event: Agent Weebley, Lucy and Nerfy are MIA. You have to wonder why.
Cryptic riddle #1: The answer to the money problem at the street level is found in the Balance Sheet, not the Income Statement.
If you have any questions, or want to ask questions in our ARG, which is an alternate reality game, anyone can join us and comment. By the way, this email and all incoming emails are published on our site and affect the storyline. Your actions in Clones have already activated a Ley Line running directly through Tara, between Clones and Dundrum near Dublin, meaning:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=TwbbA2QAMpc&NR=1
I will contact DP Lenticular and Gerard O’Neill.
Talk to you soon.
Sent by: Steve Munster
phone: 416.410.7720
email: steve@heddinout.com
Heddinout Communications Ltd., 8510 Torbram Rd, unit 68, Brampton, ON, Canada, L6T 5C7
Cool song.
And who the heck is Gerard O’Neill?
Pretty freaky, Agent Heggle. Look outside. DP Lenticular has disappeared. It’s just Tom Jones out there.
And Steve just sent an email to Harlan Ellison:
To: webmaster@harlanellison.com
From: Steve Munster
Subject: Give this finger to Harlan Ellison . . . or else
Hi Harlan,
Who the fuck do you think you are?! http://harlanellison.com/contact.htm
The only other person that asked me to send a letter, is Her Majesty, The Queen Of ¼ of the Planet Earth. So I sent an email to MI6 instead, since they meet with her each week.
So here is my email to Harlan Ellison. Please pass it along . . . Harlan, I need 2 more fingers, will it be the Peace sign or the other one?
I’m going to use some of your shit, man. Are you OK with that?
Sent by: Steve Munster
phone: 416.410.7720
email: steve@heddinout.com
Heddinout Communications Ltd., 8510 Torbram Rd, unit 68, Brampton, ON, Canada, L6T 5C7
Er, that is odd. Fields, as far as the eye can see.
I think this has something to do with Yashar.
There’s 70 billion people out there . . . where are they hiding?
Let’s hit the sack, Agent Heggle . . . my mind is boggled!
There’s 80 million Irish diaspora out there . . . where are they hiding?
Yes . . . bed time.
Afternoon all!
Things seem pretty quiet down below, so we are going to bring the AirCar down and go for a walk.
We see a small settlement just west of us, so we are going to head over there
. . . cloaked of course.
As we stepped out of the AirCar, Agent Heggle and I spoke about why he thought the disappearance of Dalkey had something to do with Yashar.
“I think we may be experiencing one of Agent Weebley’s alternate realities, Epstein,” he said.
That was confirmed once we got about 40 feet away from The AirCar and our bgn wireless connection faded away and we connected to . . . nothing. There was no internet!
How odd. We had internet in the AirCar. Why would we not connect to a cell tower once we got out of range of our hotspot?
And why did I have called that group of homes a settlement? Was it because they looked like a group of happy Bilbo-like Frodo-homes, like Agent Weebley’s home in The Shire? Smoke wisping from the rooftops and people milling around enjoying life.
We remained cloaked as we entered what seemed to be the hub of action . . . a group of women cooking dinner over a peart fire. The men were talking off to the side in a lively tone. Neither of us could understand what they were saying. They had a really thick Irish accent, sounding a bit like a bunch of Enda Kennys . . . completely unintelligible. But then, they began to sound more smooth and easier on the ears . . . like Gerry Adams. Pretty soon, we felt we could converse with them, as they began to make sense, somewhat like Martin McGuinness.
There were a few boys listening to one of the men intently. We walked over and listened . . .
“Jesus was better than a prophet, more knowledgeable than every druid, a king who was a bishop and a complete sage.”
Agent Heggle whispered to me: “Blathmac said that. That means we are in the distant past, The Irish were Druids, and turned to Christianity.”
We walked away and discussed whether we should uncloak and speak to them to find out what year we are in. We decided to not do that, since our clothing was a little out of style for the era.
We walked back to the AirCar, wondering what time period we were in, and aching to get on the internet to find out.
We’re back now . . . obviously . . . judging by me being able to write this . . . duh . . . I must be turning into Legolas!
Er, why did you say they were cooking with peart? It’s peat!
Oh my!
I was thinking about Neil Peart at the time. Do you think Agent Weebley is back in Toronto? YYZ is the airport code for Toronto.
Shit. I just noticed an email reply was sent from Tony Morgan to Steve Munster earlier today!
Interesting. Over his head eh? Like an Aeroplane? We’ll fix that tonight!
Oh, and I think also think Agent Weebley is back in Toronto as well. I also think Troy Tempest is back with Aquamarina.
Here’s a more life-like version of YYZ:
I looked up Neil Peart on wiki:
snip—
In addition to being a musician, Peart is also a prolific writer, having published several memoirs about his travels. Peart is also Rush’s primary lyricist. In writing lyrics for Rush, Peart addresses universal themes and diverse subject matter including science fiction, fantasy, and philosophy, as well as secular, humanitarian and libertarian themes. All five of his books are travel-based non-fiction, though they diverge into his life and these subjects as well. Peart currently resides in Santa Monica, California, with his wife, photographer Carrie Nuttall, and daughter, Olivia Louise. He also has a home in the Laurentian Mountains of Quebec, Canada, and spends time in Toronto for recording purposes.
snip—
Agent Weebley’s parting words on The Irish Times after the vote count was fully digested ended with this . . .
He hasn’t spoken since, sent us to Dalkey, threw us into the past, and went back to Toronto.
I think it is far deeper than that, Epstein. Remember Agent Weebley saying he was bored?
He has just woven a story that includes Neil Peart, Harlan Ellison, Ancient Ireland, Tony Morgan, Gerard O’Neill, us . . . and the Irish diaspora.
“Peart is also Rush’s primary lyricist. In writing lyrics for Rush, Peart addresses universal themes and diverse subject matter including science fiction, fantasy, and philosophy, as well as secular, humanitarian and libertarian themes.”
And do you remember Agent Weebley ever saying this ARG lacks a narrative? A narrative implies a consciousness about what is happening here. A recap. A narrative sets the future direction of a story too.
This entire website is cloaked.
I remember Agent Weebley telling me he spent the first 46 years of his life consuming art, and now he weaves it together to tell parallel stories and move us along in our Quest.
I think right now, we are his story.
You could be right on that. But I have no idea where we are going with all of this.
Did Agent Weebley ever tell you enything about 658 Danforth Ave?
It’s a medical building.
Ahh . . . a healing place.
I wonder if that is tying into healing the Irish people.
Does Agent Weebley think he is today’s Tom Sawyer?
Agent Weebley? Arrogant? Naah. We all know him . . . he means well. Remember when he used Don Quixote as his foil? Now he’s using Tom Sawyer.
So did Neil Peart. He’s not arrogant either.
Agent Weebley told me he has a remote control for that building. He can press the button while driving up Pape, the passers by part on the sidewalk as the door opens, and he cruises right into the ground floor of the garage. He parks in spot #7. I wonder if that is where they are right now in the Rapide?
How long has that building been there?
Maybe 30 years or more. Hang on . . . are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Oh yeah . . .
- Song: La Villa Strangiato: An Exercise Of Self Indulgence
- Artist: Rush
- Album: Hemispheres
- Release Date: October 26th, 1978
- Movements:
I. Buenos Nochas, Mein Froinds! – [ 0:00 - 0:27 ]
II. To Sleep, Perchance To Dream… – [ 0:27 - 2:00 ]
III. Strangiato Theme – [ 2:00 - 3:16 ]
IV. A Lerxst In Wonderland – [ 3:16 - 5:49 ]
V. Monsters! – [ 5:49 - 6:09 ]
VI. The Ghost Of The Aragon – [ 6:09 - 6:45 ]
VII. Danforth And Pape – [ 6:45 - 7:26 ]
VIII. The Waltz Of The Shreves – [ 7:26 - 7:49 ]
IX. Never Turn Your Back On A Monster! – [ 7:49 - 8:02 ]
X. Monsters! (Reprise) – [ 8:02 - 8:17 ]
XI. Strangiato Theme (Reprise) – [ 8:17 - 9:20 ]
XII. A Farewell To Things – [ 9:20 - 9:34 ]
Danforth and Pape! 7! Hemispheres.
Now I get it!
I had previously looked up Gerard O’Neill and found this in The Irish Times article, called The great struggle was between fear and anger – and fear has won
Oh, and he ended with this . . .
Steve is going to send an email to him? I wonder why . . .
Hemispheres . . . Gerard O’Neill has the pulse of Irish people. Remember that other tune?
Cygnus X-1 Book II
LYRICS:
I. Prelude (0:00)
When our weary world was young
The struggle of the ancients first began
The gods of love and reason
Sought alone to rule the fate of man
They battled through the ages
But still neither force would yield
The people were divided
Every soul a battlefield
Every soul a battlefield
II. Apollo: Bringer Of Wisdom (4:29)
‘I bring truth and understanding
I bring wit and wisdom fair
Precious gifts beyond compare
We can build a world of wonder
I can make you all aware
I will find you food and shelter
Show you fire to keep you warm
Through the endless winter storm
You can live in grace and comfort
In the world that you transform’
The people were delighted
Coming forth to claim their prize
They ran to build their cities
And converse among the wise
But one day the streets fell silent
Yet they knew not what was wrong
The urge to build these fine things
Seemed not to be so strong
The wise men were consulted
And the Bridge of Death was crossed
In quest of Dionysus
To find out what they had lost
III. Dionysus: Bringer Of Love (6:59)
‘I bring love to give you solace
In the darkness of the night
In the Heart’s eternal light
You need only trust your feelings
Only love can steer you right
I bring laughter, I bring music
I bring joy and I bring tears
I will soothe your primal fears
Throw off those chains of reason
And your prison disappears’
The cities were abandoned
And the forests echoed song
They danced and lived as brothers
They knew love could not be wrong
Food and wine they had aplenty
And they slept beneath the stars
The people were contented
And the gods watched from afar
But the winter fell upon them
And it caught them unprepared
Bringing wolves and cold starvation
And the hearts of men despaired
IV. Armageddon: The Battle Of Heart and Mind (9:04)
The universe divided
As the heart and mind collided
With the people left unguided
For so many troubled years
In a cloud of doubts and fears
Their world was torn asunder into hollow
Hemispheres
Some fought themselves, some fought each other
Most just followed one another
Lost and aimless like their brothers
For their hearts were so unclear
And the truth could not appear
Their spirits were divided into blinded
Hemispheres
Some who did not fight
Brought tales of old to light
‘My Rocinante sailed by night
On her final flight’
To the heart of Cygnus’ fearsome force
We set our course
Spiralled through that timeless space
To this immortal place
V. Cygnus: Bringer Of Balance (12:00)
I have memory and awareness
But I have no shape or form
As a disembodied spirit
I am dead and yet unborn
I have passed into Olympus
As was told in tales of old
To the city of Immortals
Marble white and purest gold…
I see the gods in battle rage on high…
Thunderbolts across the sky…
I cannot move, I cannot hide…
I feel a silent scream begin inside…
Then all at once the chaos ceased
A stillness fell, a sudden peace
The warriors felt my silent cry
And stayed their struggle, mystified
Apollo was atonished
Dionysus thought me mad
But they heard my story further
And they wondered, and were sad
Looking down from Olympus
On a world of doubt and fear
Its surface splintered
Into sorry Hemispheres
They sat a while in silence
Then they turned at last to me
‘We will call you Cygnus
The god of Balance you shall be’
VI. The Sphere: A Kind Of Dream (17:00)
We can walk our road together
If our goals are all the same
We can run alone and free
If we pursue a different aim
Let the truth of love be lighted
Let the love of truth shine clear
Sensibility
Armed with sense and liberty
With the heart and mind united in a single
Perfect
Sphere
We are here to make art into artwork, Tony Morgan.
Stay tuned.
Ooooh, you’re soooo dramatic Epstein!
Look out the window towards the Irish Sea . . . let’s head over there.
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