Little Annie Fanny had come up through the grades, like all good souls do. She had played in the flesh on thousands of planets, thousands of times. She had served the Great One in such a fashion that now there were millions of souls across this heady universe who were intrinsically linked in spirit to her. She was of that special tribe of being without whom the spread and affiliations of the matter form throughout the stars would not have been possible. She was a worker soul and she was deeply in love with her Creator, whom she and others sometimes called the Boss.

This moment, in reality occurring within a timeless frequency, was a very special one for Annie. She was finally, after an incredibly long work experience with the third dimensional, physical form, being promoted. The universe, as many beings of Earth already know, is composed of worlds within worlds, spaces within spaces and dimensions within dimensions. There are different levels of consciousness to super consciousness where life forms play inside the atom and others play outside trillions upon trillions of them that shape the illusions of packaged matter. (Solidity)

Annie, along with a host of others, was moving out of these latter mentioned realms. She was going to the top of the astral class because she was about to graduate as an angel. To say that she was spiritually excited about that could be loosely described as a cosmic understatement. No more would she have to descend to a positive-negative planet to do that test of fire where one runs the gauntlet of painful illusions that are wider self designed to strengthen and expand the light that is innate to the soul. Thus, the soul plays games with itself and the universe, being the Supreme Entity, abides it the illusion of time so that it may grow in stature.

So Annie had done a 100,000 plus incarnations and she now had that magic number, 66.6 under her astral belt. That is, in point 666 of her lives where she had allowed her soul light to be entombed in flesh, she had died with love, not bitterness, in her soul heart. One has to think about that to comprehend the enormity of the power in it. This Annie Fanny, she knew the tricks of the soul trade like you and I know grey or sunny skies. She was an adept, a multi dimensional goddess. She knew the dinosaurs on other worlds long before we were created as sparks of divinity. Annie had so much love in her everlasting soul that she could leave the rest of us for dead, anytime, if she wanted to.

She wasn't alone either.

11,999 others who had attained to a similar level as her, were there. 144,000 angel types who had married the Great Spirit in a similar ceremony aeons ago, were there also. 12 goddesses and 12 gods were there as well. They were all there arranged in a great ethereal crescent awaiting the arrival of the Supreme Energy of this Universe. That is, the energy or force which holds the atom together and builds on or in it.

So in this ethereal realm of no time, unlimited space and omnipotent energies, there were also ships of the realm and they too possessed multi dimensional properties. They were parked just off from the arc of spiritual beings who were so patiently awaiting the Light. Which, it should be added, has a voice, a Great Voice. The ships were small, disc shaped and pulsated with bright colours as their vibrations moved in and out of the scales of the subtle layers. Gazing at them, Annie felt an immense, almost overpowering excitement gurgling through her. She was raw orgasming with the anticipation of being able to hop aboard one of those angel craft. They were magic, there was no doubt about that. For, not only can they appear visible or invisible to the retina of the human eye, they can also navigate the infinite oceans of galactic space. After being hog tied on so many planets for so long, Annie was just itching to bust out of the matter incarnating thing and explore this great big, beautiful Universe.

She was.

She wasn't alone either.

Her mates, heirs now to the higher celestial heights, sights and delights....were all gazing in the exact same direction.

They were.

Which brings to mind the inference that a soul needs to be extremely careful in a mass of souls who are looking so expectantly and so intensely, one way.

They do.

They really, really do.

They need to be 100 trillion percent sure that where they are gazing at is really, really, truthfully...where It's at. If it's not, and where everyone is looking at is only one of a myriad of illusions of the lower planes of consciousness, then...there will be trouble. In some cases, big, big trouble. The brides and grooms gathered here with Annie though knew implicitly that whatever you lend your consciousness to, you support. And you do not need to go rah-rah to support something that is clothed or unclothed. A soul can hate, vehemently, which only strengthens that which that soul purports, shouldn't be allowed to have the freedom of the ground. So, it, that which is feared and despised, digs in like a cancer, feeding happily of any negatively directed vibrations. There is a whole new way of thinking coming for the mortal of these X-File days. If this uplift in consciousness is not picked up on real quick, so that the new stuff is recognised as the old ethereal connections returning, then there could be more trouble. For, it is obvious that the Earth hologram is in for a sorting out in which that which is dense will go towards that which is dense and that which is light will go towards that which is light. That's no big deal only Annie Fanny and her cohorts were wearing perceptible smirks which appeared to indicate that there was stuff that they were absolutely delighted to be leaving behind on all those planets that they'd done time on. Certain trials and tribulations of the flesh, matter form...no doubt.

At any rate, out the front of this giant arc of giant souls, there was an astral podium, so to speak. A spot from which speeches could be made to those aspiring to reascend back into the more rarefied, layers of consciousness. Yes indeed. A tiny point where you could catch up with the elusive butterfly of love and from where you could launch your psychic essences back into the home, ethereal dimensions. Though the Catch 22 of such a journey was that although you could escape the woes of the mortal condition, you still had to listen to somebody else's speech. Right up to the Big One Itself, if you declared your willingness to slave for the group light, that's the way it went.

Some speeches however, are better than others.

And so it was that an ethereal goddess with a particularly bright countenance, tapped the astral mike 4 times to see if it was working. It was.

"In accordance with the structure of our spiritual system....," she telepathically said to Annie and the rest of the newly arrived devotees.

"You gathered here in this 4D astral realm have raised yourselves up until it is clear that you are indeed great assets to our Great Benefactor, the All Person, the Creator, the Great Spirit, the Light or It or whatever you wish to call It. Only...don't call It a goddess or a god because that's us....," stated this cosmic she with an astral head nod towards her own bunch of small scale, solar system creating mates.

"And we ain't It."

There was a slight pause as the audience deciphered this information.

"Haw! Haw! Haw!, " one of the gods then roared, super loudly. Everybody else was chuckling as well, according to their ability to comprehend the pun. This particular god however, a rather largish chap, seemed to have a telepathic bass that no one else could get near.

"Haw! Haw! Haw!," he bellowed again. "Tell it sister! Tell it.....like it is..........."

Nadia, the goddess who was on the spot, smiled tolerantly the haw- haw god's way.

"Very well mate," she answered him. "I will."

She then turned to address Annie's crew once more.

Annie smiled broadly as an excited buzz rumbled around amidst the ranks. Everyone of them knew that the higher ones liked to have fun. The subtle joke up front then had been no surprise, even though they had only half understood it. All that they really fathomed was that inside the atom or out, there was perfect order in a perfect hierarchy. At the top of the hierarchy then were highly evolved spirits who knew perfectly well that the universe was perfect. They knew It to be the divine lover of All That Is. So, these types worked with the harmonic forces of life. They were and still are, in fact, slaves to It. It should be said here that there never used to be complaints about this. To some entities or spirit packs, the air is plasticine. In this story though, there are complaints and they will come from quarters where you would not expect them to.

Where you would expect them to emanate from, in a profuse, wailing abundance, is from the bottom of the hierarchy of that which has consciousness and could be called life. Take for example, our crazy civilisation where many beings fear that the air has got some nasty shit in it. This satanic shit limits everyone and everything. Only God, the male, is perfect. Everyone else is imperfect. Beings are not supposed to have eternal fun in this set up. They are supposed to just survive somehow, knowing and accepting that they're not quite the full or perfect quid. They know that life wasn't meant to be easy and that somewhere there is this missing link that only 1 in a billion seems to be able to comprehend. With such stuff in mind, it's dead easy to savvy why Annie was so electrically happy that she didn't have to do any more third dimensions.

Angels aren't into denial or limitations.

Besides, they know all this psychic stuff about the Boss and the truth. That keeps them happy.

"Verily!," said Nadia to the troops. She was speaking telepathically in the angel tongue which is a beautifully soft, dialect of the soul. It was a language which many angels forgot when they clothed themselves with flesh.

Which is a pity.

"The light is powering out of you all now," the goddess communicated to the baby angel brigade.

"You have done that which is necessary to raise your grade to that spot where you are decidedly more focussed on giving than you are on receiving. Thus you comprehend the nature of the Great One who gave all before receiving anything in return. This.....this is the stuff upon which we maintain and build onto our Creator's realms."

A rippling, mumble of assent and agreement came from all sections of the audience. The goddess looked in Annie's direction and Annie saw clearly that her face was ringed with a purplish, ethereal fire.

"Do not be deceived though," said Nadia.

"You may be finished with the flesh business but there is no shortage of work to do around here."

This evoked a soft, happy groan from Annie's mob. They weren't worried though. They knew that the work would stop them from becoming bored. Besides, it was really exciting to be leaving all the beastly, flesh stuff behind. They figured calmly and collectively that their future work in the ethereal realms was going to be a lot more fun than the work they'd had to do as physical forms on a planetary body.

They did.

"To trust the Great Spirit is to trust implicitly your own designated frequency. I would like to welcome you all gracefully then to this level where we are sometimes blessed with close encounters with the Boss frequency," the goddess stated.

Her audience let go a collective sigh. They were in awe of this coming happening. It would represent the peek of their spiritual evolvement, so far. That It should take the time out to marry them was simply too much. They were humble pie in the sky because finally...finally...after so, so long, they were in the mansion with It.

Little Annie Fanny felt real good about this. She was in the middle of the ranks and she was a busting and an itching to hear and see her Creator. She was.

"If...at first, you find the light of however the Great One manifests Itself this time, too strong....then go to channel 6, switch quickly to 7 and ease yourself gently back into 4. This usually helps and whatever planet or planets you are assigned to, great love and good luck to you," related the goddess Nadia to the expectant hordes. As she stepped down, the haw-haw god floated forward. As he ascended the podium, there was quite a bit of chit chat amongst the ranks. It was already quite evident that this particular god represented a character to be reckoned with. They were all wondering what was on his mind, they were.

"Ahem!," said the god as he tapped the astral mike.

"Can you read me down the back?"

There was a mumbling, astral assent that emanated from the rear of the assembled servants of the divine. God Asparagus, who was on the platform, stiffened.

"Wouldn't want anybody to miss anything," he quipped.

A polite gurgle rippled back at him as he held his arms out to his compatriot powers.

"As the beautiful goddess just expressed to you, we are not It, though each and every one of us here today can evolve back to It. Completely. And what determines that is not It but the love that an individual soul has for It because, no one loves like It does," Asparagus asserted.

Well the ones in the audience were stoked with this piece of information. They knew it anyway, of course. They knew that their individual and combined potential was unlimited and they knew that they could evolve to as high a frequency level as they liked. There were no belief systems or religious taboos here to stop them. They were on their way home, there was no doubt about that. No wonder they were astral smiling and giggling at each other.

Annie, who had real, rosy red, astral cheeks, beamed at her neighbours. She was delighted with this god's initial message. Indeed, they all were. Considering the bog hole mentality of some of the planets where they came from, it sure felt good to be in a space where the beings around the place totally loved them, totally supported them and totally wished that they should have it all.

"The Great One has no need of illusion addicts!," roared god Asparagus suddenly.

"It has no great use for beings who mumble to nothing with their bums in the air! It is not in the market for those who want to sign over their soul's power before they even know what it is, its true, unconscious extent and how to use that extent to super evolve, rapidly, with a minimum of fuss. No way! The Boss, Old Fart that It is, needs slaves who are ready, willing and able to stand up and proclaim that they are perfect angels who are quite capable of safeguarding the love energies within Its infinitely beautiful realms."

God Asparagus, cunning old devil that he was, let this sink in. As he did so, he chewed on his bottom, astral lip.

"Welcome slaves," he drawled eventually.

"Welcome to the fourth to eleventh....frequency levels. Welcome...to paradise lost."

Well, the crowd were lapping it up and a mighty roar exploded back at the god who had so pleased everyone. Quick to seize on the moment of combined joy, the god thrust a pointing astral finger into the rarefied atmosphere.

"I remember!," he roared with an impish expression.

"I remember the last bog hole of a matter civilisation where I did my final incarnation in a physical body. I remember when I was floating where you are floating today and I remember the intensity of the excitement that was welled up inside of me.....And....I remember also that I was a busting and an itching to see and hear my real, true Boss...again."

Another voluminous roar reverberated back at god Asparagus. Annie was smiling and laughing her head off. It sure felt good deep inside her soul to finally meet up with a god who spoke the absolute truth.

"I remember something else about the switchover from mortal to angel status that really turned me on!," he astral yelled at them.

"What Asparagus! What do you remember?," the other goddesses and gods asked him, as if on cue.

"I remember that I realised with sheer and utter delight that I would never, ever have to wipe my bum again!," exploded the Asp, as he was sometimes known.

Annie and many others soon had astral tears in their eyes as they rocked back and forth with laughter. Asparagus had put his finger on it, there was no doubt about that. They were free of toilet paper or the cold water flick forever. Nor were there any misgivings about the fact that this god and his mates knew perfectly well how to empathise with inquiring minds who are about to undergo radical transformations.

"No bloody bleeding either," whispered Asp into the astral mike. He had a grin on his face that was ten miles wide and he was pretending to be wiping the sweat off his astral forehead.

Howls of laughter came forth from the new recruits as the haw-haw god bid them great love. He then descended the ethereal, crystalline stage and floated back up the astral avenue to where his compatriot powers were stationed.

Another goddess replaced him. She had a brilliantly stunning aura which was pattern loaded with myriads of rainbow type colours. Her appearance was that of a high priestess who'd just stepped out of the pages of some ancient Sanskrit text. Well this goddess turned up the nurturing powers inherent in her most warm soul and the whole place became illuminated with a mixture of bright, rich colours. The recruits had never seen anything like it. Their astral gobs dropped a tad or two. They were in total awe of the power that confronted them.

The sparkling goddess placed her astral palms together then launched them upwards so that her glowing arms formed a triangle. Inside the triangle, a golden eye formed and from that eye a ray of the purest light beamed forth. Little Annie Fanny was the first being whom the ray touched. It then moved systematically from recruit to recruit until it had touched every one of them. All of this happened in an instant. There was absolutely no time delay. In response, the crowd broke into a loud, cheering chant. They stomped their left astral feet to demonstrate their affections for the goddess Teresa.

Little Annie Fanny was space drunk with the rawest happiness.

Her astral cheeks looked like they were about to burst.

As the goddess float strutted back up the astral promenade of her kind, Annie stuck two fingers of the fourth dimensional kind into her ethereal mouth. For a million odd years she'd been cultivating the whistling art. On all levels too. When she let fly here, her neighbours in infinity had to cover their astral ears. Not one of them could fathom how such a tiny creature could put out such a hell of a shrill noise. It was the first time that she'd grabbed their attention, though it would not be the last.

"Great stuff Teresa!," the astral blonde yelled from the middle of the ranks who were jam packed into this ethereal stadium.

"Love you too mate!"

"Who in the hell is that loudmouth?," Asparagus asked as he searched up and down in an attempt to discover where the noise had come from.

His buddies shrugged their astral shoulders. They didn't know nothing. It struck the Asp though that no one had let rip with such a beautifully loud whistle when he was up on the podium.

Other very esteemed types had their say and then the Boss light showed up. There is no intention here of even attempting to describe this event because there is no mortal language which fits the bill, so to speak. Suffice it is to say that the Great One was very, very bright and all of the newcomers had to immediately do dimensional exercises in order to cope with the astonishing intensity of the sheer white, light. Even god Asparagus, who was used to it, had a bit of trouble coping.

"Oh! Turn it down, you Old Fart......," the others clearly heard him say. Moments later, he had a pair of thick, super dark, astral shades on. He looked pretty cool too.

Asparagus and the Creator had a funny relationship. There was no more loyal god in all the universe though many these days described his attitude as....somewhat unsettled. He seemed to them to be neither impressed with the old ways nor with the so called, new fads. They understood of course, being high ones. The universe is very, very old and the haw-haw god wasn't the only one around the joint who was literally wishing that something mighty different should happen. Just to liven up the insights inherent in the entertainment, so to speak. The Asp was a workhorse for his Boss though. He and his celestial buddies and sisters had been called to many a planet where it appeared that the negative forces were about to have a convincing victory. They'd plotted and planned and adjusted the magnetic shifts and turned it around for their Boss time and time again. As well, they'd initiated the inception of countless other solar systems where the game of making angels and goddesses and gods went on. And on...and on...and on....into......infinity. Or, mucking infinity, as god Asp was sometimes known to call it.

Any how, the ceremony was duly completed amidst a great show of heavenly lights and music. The Great One gave a great speech. Its amazing voice boomeranged from astral ear drum to ear drum. It welcomed the rookies to the new levels. It stated,

"I AM do."

Well, the newcomers all said straight back,

"I am do too."

That's how this marriage that would last forever was done.

The new angels received their wings, stars and postings. Everyone was about to buzz off when the Boss started talking from Its cloud again.

"Listen up!," It said to every ethereal soul who had come to the stadium of potency and delight.

"I AM was wondering if anybody out there would like to volunteer for special slave duties?"

There was a dead calm quiet that descended on the place that was totally eerie. Annie looked around with an almost indecent curiosity. She assumed, like all of the graduates did, that the Great One was after a spirit with more experience. One of the gods or goddesses, no doubt.

"Yes," the Boss boomed.

"I AM have developed an addictive craving for cosmic chocolate, you see? I AM, might be pregnant. Haw! Anyway, I AM need some one to buzz around the universe for ME to seek out the very best cosmic chocolate that spirit can buy. So...........................volunteers.......................float forward!"

Well, to put it bluntly, at this point, no one moved. In fact, many of them did the opposite and froze. Amongst the high up oldies, it was common knowledge that whoever was mad enough to volunteer would be going all over the universe on the Great Spirit's whims. As well, they would be negotiating for an unknown substance because as old and wise and powerful as they all were, they had never heard of cosmic chocolate. They were quite used to slaving away in their own sectors, doing the resurrection shuffle. Sure, they got bored and pissed off from time to time but they were safe and secure in their cosmic jobs. None of them wanted to know about this new form of slavery that the Boss had suddenly dreamt up. Some of them were even considering that it had flipped or something. It had never before, in the trillions of years that they'd known and slaved for It, made such an absurd request.

"Over demanding Old Fart!," mumbled god Asparagus huffily as he ducked for cover amongst the juveniles. The Asp had actually floated at blistering speed to the other side of the arena to try and hide himself amongst the newcomer angels. He'd brushed against Annie in his travels, though he did not recognise her as the chronic whistler. She recognised him though. He wasn't alone either as many other goddesses, gods and elder angels had headed for the other side of the stadium. They were hell bent on trying to disguise themselves and they didn't give a rat's tooth for cosmic chocolate, whatever it was. Their job was to stop wretched planetary civilisations from sliding completely into darkness. They were flat out trying to do that. They were busting their astral guts trying to do it. Not one of them considered that they had the time to pilfer away looking for something unknown that appeared to not be a piece of the big plan. As they and the rest of their tribe saw it, that is.

"Well!," roared the Boss. To tell the truth, It was a bit peeved with the delay. It was thinking...kids?

"Will no one take Me on? What about you Asparagus?"

"Oh shit, shit, shit!," mumbled the Asp as he straightened up from his hunchback stance. His head bobbed up from amongst the sea of juveniles.

"Ahem!," he stammered.

"Love to Boss but...well....the facts of the matter are that I'm flat out working with a new solar system at the moment. You know? That one way out the back of Lyra. Well, look Boss, we're already light years behind schedule. If it wasn't for gay god Julian and his cohorts we would have already wrapped it up! I tell you Boss, those guys take longer to make a decision than you took to build the universe. If they'd only..."

"Yes! Yes Asp! You're to busy to volunteer then. Is that it?"

The too busy god bowed his astral head. The younger ones around him perceived this as a sign of deference to the Great Spirit whereas the elder ones further out knew that it was a sign of immense relief.

"Unfortunately your Greatness...I am a tad too busy to volunteer, just at the moment," said god Asparagus. He was actually ecstatic inside because the Old Fart hadn't pushed him to do it. It apparently, really was looking for a pure volunteer type. This fact went down like a gold brick with many of the others. They started to get their excuses together. Too busy, was obviously the safest bet.

Knowing that he was off the hook, god Asparagus looked around with a devious smile.

"Perhaps...one of the others Boss?," he said to nobody in particular and everybody simultaneously.

So the Creator asked all of the other gods and goddesses in turn if they wanted to play being Its slave who fetched cosmic chocolate. Alas, from each one It received a polite apology and notice that there was simply too much business going down at this particular phase of the universe's evolution for them to get away. When the elder angels were asked if they wanted to volunteer for the cosmic chocolate hunt, it was the same all over. They too, professed to be too occupied in this or that galaxy with this or that project off or on this or that matter world.

The Great One was staggered that no one was interested in the offered overtime. Even Its sweet goddess Teresa was dying to return to her ward planets to continue saving souls so that the resurrection shuffle might go on. The Boss was dumbfounded. It was used to the old conscious buzz off that mortals gave It. To receive a conscious rebuff from Its ascended ones was really quite a shock to Its super extended circuitry.

It had not expected it.

The feedback of late had been that things were getting a bit stale, even boring. So, It, being a mirror for Its creation's passions, had expected that the call for a volunteer for a completely different sort of job would have provoked a virtual stampede. Obviously, It consoled Itself, It was wrong. In a last desperate attempt to find a playmate then, the Creator of worlds without end gazed upon the ranks of the newly ordained angels.

This triggered off a certain astral shaking in many astral legs. They weren't sure that they had the experience to work so closely with the Boss so soon after arriving in the angel domain. And cosmic chocolate! What was it? They hadn't a clue. Some of them were even considering that the Boss and the high up ones were playing some sort of joke on them. Perhaps, an initiation rite, or something like that. These ones stiffened up as the Boss asked them if they wanted the job that all of the high up, super wise ones had point blank refused.

"I will Boss!," cried out a voice from the middle of the ranks.

Instantly, It super lit up. God Asparagus went for his shades again as the recruits were bent backwards by the intensity of the light. Everyone was thinking, who's the dumb bum who volunteered though no one could see past the light to view them, yet.

"Make way! Make way!," roared the Boss. It was super relieved that one of Its creations had the guts to take It on. At last It had a brand new slave to play with.

"Make way for the little voice from the middle of the ranks! Look sharp!"

A tunnel was quickly made by a lot of very relieved angels. From out of the crowd stepped, of all people, little Annie Fanny. Her rosy red cheeks were beaming as she entered open space and strode towards the light with her astral arms swishing by her sides. The beings behind didn't really know what to make of the rookie volunteer. Typical blonde, they thought to themselves. Stepping in where angels fear to tread.

"Well! Well! Well!," roared the Great Spirit as It sized the new slave up.

"And who have we got here then? Please.....state your credentials slave...," It requested.

The slave stiffened ethereally and peeled off a cosmic salute. She reeled off how many times she toiled on third dimensional levels as well as every planet that she'd done time on and their associated galaxies. She listed her descendants and their descendants and spoke fondly for the right, light nourishing powers.

"Well! Well! Well!," exploded the Boss again. It was bowled over with it all because she sure felt like a winner.

"You've certainly been around My universe then. Tell Me little one, little Annie Fanny, why did you step forward when the others held back?"

Annie thought it a bit strange that the Creator should even bother to ask such a simple question.

"Why Great One, you gave me my soul," she replied without hesitation.

"You made it for me and it will last forever. You are Magic, You who offers and provides for eternally evolving life. How could I refuse? I must admit though that I don't know what this cosmic chocolate stuff is. If You point me in the right direction though, I'll have a go at scoring some for You.

I figure that's the least that I can do Boss, seeing as You made me and I do oh so wish to show You that I do appreciate that."

Well, you could have heard an astral pin drop. What Annie had said was pure music to the Great Spirit. The others meanwhile were thinking that the blonde might turn out to be a wormhole, of sorts. At this stage though, no one envied her.

"I AM hope that the rest of you heard that!," the Creator barked at the remainder.

"Yes Boss," came a rather dull reply.

God Asparagus had just about had enough. He had returned to his buddies, for some solace.

"There's one in every crowd," he whispered into the astral ear next door.

The god whom he addressed smiled in agreement. Encouraged, the Asp leant the other way to the goddess who was stationed on the other side. He jabbed her in the astral rib area, which made her jump.

"There's a potential super fun seeker born every second," he proclaimed to the startled goddess.

"Well! Well! Well!," roared the Great One, yet again. It was now manifesting as a crystal ball of bright light that was whizzing around in a circle just above Annie Fanny's head.

It is well known that Creator entities who manifest as infinite worlds, infinitely expanding over infinite spaces, can also, simultaneously, condense an infinite portion of their infinite Self into the tiniest vehicle of expression.. Such as, one electron, or an atom, or a cell or molecule or any body really. And yet, in the micro vehicle is encoded the whole magnetic design of the infinitely macroscopic one.

Who can comprehend the true brilliance of the magnetic graphics of this arrangement?

Who has been outside this universe to witness what the macro body of the Creator looks like?

No wonder little Annie Fanny was spirit struck.

"Annie," said the Boss happily.

"If you're going to fetch cosmic chocolate for Me then I AM think that I AM better conjure up something for you to get around in. What about a Bruce 777? Would you like one of them?"

"What in the universe is a Bruce 777?," the Asp asked of his buddies.

They had no idea. Neither did anyone else. There was actually quite a bit of confusion around the place because no one quite knew what was going on. This was not the normal pattern that these meetings incorporated. Usually, the Boss was pretty straight laced. It would welcome the newcomers, transfer love to the old and new alike, pump them all up a bit and then it was back to work, doing the resurrection shuffle.

It was here that god Asparagus came to an astounding conclusion

"The Old Fart's flipped out!," he announced to the neighbourhood.

"Its short circuited or something. Cosmic chocolate, Bruce 777's. It's all mumbo jumbo to me."

"I'd love one," Annie told the Boss Spirit. Like everyone else, she had no idea what a Bruce 777 was. She was confident though that because it would be divine, being a product of It, it would be a cracker of a thing.

So the light ball that was the omnipotent power in the universe in one of Its myriads of condensed forms, started to spin around. It did this just in front of Its newest slave and the shape that It was tracing out reminded Annie of both a spiral galaxy and a flying saucer. The rest of the ethereal crew who were in that place where the eagles gather, especially god Asparagus, looked on with rampant curiosity peeling off their astral faces. Pretty soon, something materialised.

As soon as the Asp saw it he thought that at last, he knew what was going on. Up until now it had been like everyone was on an LSD trip. Now that he could see the evidence though, he was confident that he had the answer. He had worked with the Boss for a long, long time and he knew that It could be downright sneaky when It came to getting what It wanted. If It wanted entertainment, then entertainment It must have.

"It's a joke!," he told his compatriots.

"The Old Fart must be as bored as the rest of us! It's just having a play with this greenie, that's all. It's nothing to worry about. It must be trying to cheer us up."

Actually, the old god was hard pressed to stop himself from having a rolling, astral belly laugh. So were many of the others, especially when the word spread around that the haw-haw god reckoned that it was all a joke. That seemed to be the only thing that made sense to the crew.

"Haw!," sniggered the Asp.

"Haw!," sniggered his buddies.

"Haw!," sniggered the goddesses.

"Haw!," went the elder angels.

Not wishing to become known as non conformists, the newcomers joined in as well. It was pretty easy for them to do so because the Bruce 777 was just such a funny looking thing. As well, stuck out there next to it with an astonished look on her face, little Annie Fanny really did appear to be a dumb, astral blonde.

"Cosmic chocolate,' roared the Asp, unable to contain himself any longer.

"Haw! Haw! Haw! At least the Old Fart hasn't lost Its sense of humour. Look at that thing of a Bruce 777, will you? Haw! Haw! Haw! It looks as though it'd take a miracle to get it to the corner shop."

"Something funny Asparagus?," asked the Great Spirit.

The Asp was quick here. When you're as old and wise as he is, you have to be quick to stay in the game. So he simply told the Power that one of the girls had let go of a squeaky, astral fart. He winked at Teresa as he stated this. She gave him a two bob expression back.

The thing that the Boss had conjured up was coated with a perfectly bright pink colour. The shine coming off its hull was totally unbelievable. It was a disc or what we would call, a flying saucer. What gave it a ridiculous appearance though was that it had a little glass bubble of a turret right smack bang in the middle of the top of it. Considering the technology that was available, its design came from so far back that it had set up written all over it. It looked like something that My Favourite Martian would have rocked up in.

It was a rubber duck. Something that a child angel would play with in the astral bath. It came across as don't take me seriously people. The message that the crew perceived was being delivered to them then was to lighten up and let go of the astral weights on their souls. Now that was fine for the Boss to say but they all had jobs to do and those jobs were damn important. It was up to them to save the universe by somehow turning the old, outdated resurrection shuffle into a beautiful, big picture. Sure they loved to party and mirth it up. There was only so much time to go around when you were working with time though and most of the time it was a hard slog directing planetary civilisations to their ethereal zeniths. A bloody hard slog in some cases. And the ones that went down to the wire just about drove them crazy. They often squeezed their astral nerves dry. So much so that they could only work the ethereal realms of such worlds in short, rotating shifts. 3 on, 2 off, sort of thing.

So, not one of them postulated that the Bruce 777, an antiquated looking device from so, so far back, could have even the slightest relevance to the present and future, big picture. As they thought that they were seeing it, that is. A decision based absolutely on using what they had always known and experienced as reality as a diving board into hopefully, a glorious future.

Culture shock can be a deceptive entity then, even in that place where the eagles gather.

Little Annie Fanny rushed towards her present with her sweet astral cheeks as pink as that there spaceship. She rubbed one hand ever so lightly over part of its surface. A giant smile peeled off her face and her little aura was lit up like a homing beacon. She was evidently, super delighted and super happy with her special gift.

"Oh Boss!," she roared with uncontrolled glee. "This is fantastic!"

Astral tears were dripping from her ethereal cheeks.

"I've always wanted my very own saucer...always....," she just managed to say as she reached for a fourth dimensional tissue.

"The kid's humble! There's no doubt about that," god Asparagus remarked to his buddies.

"Give a dog a bone?," one of them quipped.

"Haw!," went the pack.

"So you really like it then Annie?," asked the Great One. It was wishing to establish that the new slave wasn't faking anything. Every now and again a slave ripped It off, or tried to. It was just being careful as to where It invested Its energies. It had never made a mistake yet and It wasn't about to start making them now. Ever since It had burst out of this universe's attached black hole as an exploding Instant, It had not put a foot wrong. And It knew that It never would. Correcting stuff, as far as It was concerned was a big drag. It had helpers to do that anyway. It preferred to do things perfectly in the first place and despite what many of Its creations thought, It usually did.

"Like it! Oh Boss! I absolutely love it!," roared Annie. She sighed contentedly as she spotted her name done in gold lettering on one of the ship's flanks.

"Well climb aboard love. Climb aboard...," the Spirit said to her.

So Annie did. As she hopped up, the glass turret opened up to expose the way in. She saw also that there was a super comfortable driver's seat positioned just inside the craft. Below the seat there appeared to be an immense space, not at all what you would expect for something that had such a tiny exterior. When this immense space became common knowledge to the remainder, their curiosity and envy levels rose considerably. High up ones and angels are absolutely fascinated by immense spaces. That's because their inborn job is to go forth into any virgin pastures and cultivate the light. They are addicted to that. It's like breathing for them.

God Asparagus licked his astral chops. A great change had come over him and many others. He would have given anything for permission to explore the deep, inner spaces that constituted the guts of the Bruce 777. The Asp gave himself a little, backward astral kick up the bum because it looked like he'd cocked up and that the rookie with the blonde hair was going to beat him to it. He could see stars busting out of those immense, inner spaces of the Bruce 777. They were considerably brighter than the ones that were fanging around over his head. They looked like wormholes galore and every soul there knew suddenly that little Annie Fanny's new job would take her right away from the wheel of karma that is associated with the old, boring resurrection shuffle. Where they would soon be slogging their astral guts out...again.

There was a joint, giant realisation that they had all cocked up something shocking by not volunteering. Because, it was becoming increasingly obvious that volunteering....was the way to go. Their rudest suspicions about all of this were confirmed when the Boss spirit informed the astral lady who did volunteer, that the little pink disc came with accessories.

"Accessories!," roared the Asp. "What accessories?"

The old god had a real pissed off countenance because it was sinking in that he was going to miss out on a hell of a ride, when he felt strongly, considering all the heavy duty work that he'd done, that he ought not...have missed out.

"Never you mind big ears!," the Boss roared back at him.

"You and all of these other workaholics can go now and attend to your bloody balls!"

The Boss was really starting to enjoy Itself because It knew that it was pay out time. It knew that they were now all desperate for a ride on the latest creation and It was well aware that they all knew that they'd cocked up something shocking by not volunteering. Like any boss worth their salt would have done, It decided to rub it in a bit. To get Its own back and simultaneously teach them a bit of a lesson.

There was only one vision in the universe that was worth following. And that was Its! One needs to be careful with all of the others because they are 3 or 4 parts illusion. That's what It was saying to them. It was a bit too early though for some types to decode the hidden message.

"What!," exploded the Asp as he lost his temper and hissed dreadfully.

"You're the One who set the resurrection shuffle up and then told us to go like hell to make sure that the light will eventually rule in every hologram! Now, after countless trillions of years, You insinuate that that is not so important."

The hot headed haw-haw god flung his arms into the rarefied astral air.

"Have we all been wasting our mucking time?," he asked the universe.

"Has it all been...for nothing? Have we slogged our guts out for a karmic system that's not worth the ethereal film that its impregnated on?"

All of the high ups around him were keeping their heads down and their astral traps shut. They didn't want trouble and they were all exceedingly aware that Asparagus had just openly invited it. It most certainly was the weirdest close encounter that they'd had with their Boss in a long, long time. It was like the screws were coming out of the ethereal woodwork. It was all happening in that place where the eagles gather. There was no mucking doubt about that.

The proof was in the pudding anyway. That's because there is a golden rule that floats through all games in this heady universe. That rule is that you never lose your cool with the Boss umpire and you never, ever try and shove It around, with words or anything else. The Boss umpire's word is law. One hears and obeys and does not argue. That's the code. If you go against that code, you'll get into trouble. And let's face it, sometimes, trouble is just not worth it.

Especially, as in the Asp's case, you take the big Boss on.

"Look Asp!," boomed the Voice in a thunderous tone.

"Pull your astral socks up and piss off! Do what you want with your bloody balls. They're yours! I AM gave them to you all to look after, remember? It was a neat, well written ethereal contract and you dudes agreed and signed on the dotted line. Remember? So don't come bitching to Me about how much you're slogging your guts out. If you, or anyone else wants to slog their guts out, then fine. If you don't want to do that though and you want to do something different...then fine also. In the meantime, I AM want to talk to my newest slave here in private. So, if you don't mind...piss off."

The old god went red in the astral face. He was furious with the schoolboy rebuke. It was way beneath his honour and he knew that the Boss knew that too. This incensed him even more because he was aware that the sneaky Old Fart was goading him.

"And how many damn solar systems have I ministered for you? How many times have I busted my ass to ensure that some hell hole of a planet is brought back into alignment with the angelic, ethereal frequencies which govern it?"

"Look Asp!," the Old Fart thundered back.

"I AM have never said that planets are the bee all and end all of life. They're just breeding grounds for young souls. You know that. So, what in the hell is the matter with you today? You got ants in your astral pants because I AM have got a blonde slave, or something?"

"No! Of course not. I just want..."

"Asp! I AM don't give a cosmic shit what you or anybody else here wants. I AM got right out of the bum wiping trip 6 days after I AM was born. You know that! I AM came out of my black hole and

I AM did my thing and now My children take care of all family business. Yes?"

The Asp lowered his head. It was many degrees cooler in defeat compared to what it had been in the heat of the attack. He knew that he was so heavily out gunned that it just wasn't funny, like it ought to have been.

"Yes Boss...," mumbled the haw-haw god.

"So, the only stuff that I Am cares about now is that the team pulls together with a new attitude. An attitude that lets every soul in the universe know that I AM not some Old Fart whose big picture is going to bore everyone to death. Now! You all had your chance to be where Annie is right at this moment. You didn't want it though. So, for the fiftieth time, will you all kindly muck off?"

Well the goddess Teresa grabbed the Asp and literally float dragged him back to their ship. He was in a kind of astral shock and felt strongly like he'd been knocked out in the first round. Which he had been.

"You're a super twit!," she said to him when they were all back at their pad.

"What was that all about?"

"Well! You know Teresa? It should be one of us flogging around in that worm burner of a pink thing."

"We didn't volunteer though Asp. Did we?"

"We didn't know what it was! Did we? The sneaky Old Fart disguised it and threw us a curved ball and we all struck out like rank amateurs. And that blonde haired rookie slipped in the back door like a banana in pyjamas on an extended vacation and now she's going to be seeing all the stuff and doing all the stuff that I'd absolutely love to do. Oh!," sighed the old hand.

"What a creature! What absolutely superb guts. And did she rev the Boss up with all that, thanks for putting me together Baby, stuff. Haw! Haw! Haw! What a gem!"

Their pad was actually quite packed because many of the high up ones had shuttled in, to save on the astral gas. Up or down, things were tight.

"Are you sure she's just not dumb with no idea what she's got herself into?," a voice in the wilderness asked.

"Oh no! She's the genuine article. There's no doubt about that," the Asp replied.

This pleased everyone enormously because it was a reflection on their resurrection shuffle efforts that one so brilliantly bold had stepped forth from the middle of the ranks of newly ordained angels. There was also something else that the high up ones were pleased about. It kind of counter balanced being told to piss off. It was the first time that they had ever heard their Boss insinuate that the resurrection shuffle was not the only aim and goal of their lives.

There was something in the astral wind then. No one quite knew what it was but everyone knew that it was there. They could feel it, sense it, smell it and almost taste it.

What was it though? What was that beautifully whole, clear picture where all the little pieces actually joined up for once. That was the question.

"There's something mighty fishy and mighty funny going on around here," the Asp told everybody.

"It hasn't let a worm burner loose in these domains in the whole time that I've slaved for It!. I wasn't even sure that they really existed until I saw the magnetics of the stars that were busting out of that turret hole. I've only heard about them in stories and they are always linked with the legend of the 24

first born."

"The 24 first born!," exclaimed the rest of the crew. All of a sudden, they were very ,very interested.

The plot was definitely thickening. They leant in close to the Asp as he began to expand on his worm burner theories.

Annie meanwhile was getting it on with her Boss. She had her eyes glued on the crystal light ball that was It because It looked like it was about to morph. From the driver's seat, she had a classic view.

And so the Creator morphed.

The next thing that the slave knew, she was staring at one of the craziest looking critters that she'd ever seen. It had an enormous, domed head that was sitting precariously on a precariously shaped, short, skinny body. It had skinny little arms and skinny little legs and It looked like you would expect Brains to look like. Its hands were covered by white gloves and the rest of it by a jet black tuxedo. It had only one eye, which was large and positioned in the middle of Its prominent forehead. From the eye, the finest rays of light were emanating. It was quite obviously sexless and had a top hat on. Its right hand clutched a cane that was shaded black and white at both ends and was every colour of the rainbow in its middle. In that place where the eagles gather, anything can, and usually does, happen.

"I Am have something else for you Annie," said It, the Boss alien.

It lifted Its cane and pointed towards the pink shine that was peeling off the super fine skin of the Bruce 777. Annie looked over her shoulder and spotted what the Boss wanted her to spot. It was an old, brown aviator's head piece. When Annie slipped it on, she looked real funny. Like she was going to be flying an old world war 1 plane and not a flying saucer.

That was coloured pink.

Annie had to admit that she felt pretty strange sitting there in the driver's seat with such strange gear on. Little curls of her blonde hair were hanging out the back of her heavenly given helmet and, well, she did look kind of cute.

Though strange.

Because, she didn't know what she was going to be doing or where she was going to be going or what it really was that she was supposed to score for It. What the hell though? It would have to be better than hanging around some crazy planet getting bored, she told her astral nerves. Even if there was the odd freak out in the path. Besides, like she'd told It, she did feel as if she owed It one and she really did want to pay now, rather than later.

Little Annie Fanny was not one for the lay by system.

Boss alien tipped Its cane again and a pair of old, astral goggles floated up from out of the oceanic depths of the interior of the Bruce 777.

"Slip them on slave," It requested.

The slave did so and it was like a super powerful drug had been suddenly injected into her psychic system She felt like she'd been shot down the worm hole that lead to paradise. She went around the universe in an instant on a blank cheque signed by the Boss spirit. The magnetic geometry of the experience crystallised the purity that was in her soul.

She saw those answers that high up ones and low down ones would die a 100,000 times to know. In the end, wary that too much too fast might blow her circuits, she slipped the goggles off.

"Now slave..," the Boss said to her immediately. "Keep that to yourself for the time being and whenever you want to select a planet where you think that there might be some cosmic chocolate, slip the goggles on . Then tell the on board computer to plot the course and it will do the rest. You'll have to run the ship in, so for a while it will be slow going. The speed will come though and as is the nature of speed, it will come in a rush. So be patient."

Annie nodded. She understood, or she thought that she did.

"What do you think of My big plan Annie?," It suddenly asked her.

"Tops Boss! Tops!," she replied with an astral thumbs up.

"Haw!," snorted the Boss alien. It was well pleased with her astral thumbs up. It was.

"Go forth then slave and score for Me the sweetest cosmic chocolate that spirit can buy. Bring it to My magic ethereal garden. I AM will be waiting there patiently for you. Bye now sweetie..."

Then, in an instant, It vanished. Annie realised immediately that she couldn't see a thing.

"Oh on board...," she said nervously into the oceanic depths of pitch darkness below the driver's seat.

"Yes Captain?," a reassuring, well rounded voice answered her.

"Could you turn on the inside lights please?"

"All of them Captain?"

"Well, just give me the bridge and upper decks then."

"Of course Captain."

The next thing the slave knew she had all the light that she'd ever dreamed of and she was looking straight at an Alice in wonder land scenario. Super excited, she stashed her head gear on a couple of meat hooks that were attached to the back of the driver's seat. She edged her astral bum off the seat and began a slow, gentle float to the deck so far below. She just couldn't get over how incredible was the hologram that was all about her. There was kinky stuff everywhere and the colours looked like they'd exploded out of a first class time machine.

She became so excited that she came on the astral byways, like all good angels do, sooner or later.

"How are you called on board?," she asked as she reached the first deck.

Here, she formed up into a matter body. Not one like ours, not a solid one. It was humanoid in shape though. It just wasn't any where near as dense as the ones we are all in. For a start, the electrons in Annie's body were in reverse spin. And where we have a million atoms clinging together, she had one hundred and one.

"I am Lah Captain," the on board answered.

"At your ever loving service."

Little Annie Fanny giggled as she told Lah to fire up the Bruce 777. She stated where it was that she wanted to check out. She'd seen an interesting world when she'd put the goggles on. It had a name that was hard to forget or resist and was called the planet.....Relatively Evolved.

It was.

"Course set and ignition imminent!," Lah soon roared. She was excited too. She wasn't programmed for pleasure cruises but she was real happy about finally getting under way, to some where that was different to where she currently was.

Putt! Putt! Putt!, went the ship's motor as it sprung into life, or tried to.

Putt! Putt! Putt!, it went again.

Then it died. Well and truly.

"He's real cold," said Lah, apologetically.

"Shit happens Lah. Don't worry about it."

"Thank you Captain. I do appreciate that because it's not my fault. Shall I try again?"

"Please do Lah."

So Lah did.

Putt!

Putt! Putt!

Putt! Putt! Putt!

Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt!

Annie had her fingers crossed behind her back and Lah had down loaded everything that she could possibly think of.

Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt!

"Come on James!," roared the on board.

Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt!

Then it fired and Annie felt a surge of raw power reverberate throughout the whole ship.

It felt good.

"Yes!," screamed a relieved Lah.

"Old James is alive and well Captain," she added sarcastically.

"Relatively Evolved.....here we come. Daisy.....Daisy...," she sang, ever so happily.

Annie smiled and laughed because it sure was one hell of a buzz for her to be on such a gas of a ship. She had not in her wildest dreams expected it and it did make her feel humble, for an instant or 2. What was really on this astral lady's mind though was that she had a job to do, to score cosmic chocolate for her Boss. That was what she fully intended to do. There were however, a couple of drawbacks to her plan to get off to a quick start. One was that she didn't know yet what cosmic chocolate was and she didn't want to ask Lah about it because she didn't want to appear ignorant. The other thing was that she was not impressed with the current speed of the ship. It felt as though they were crawling along at a snail's pace. She put it to her on board who told her that there was nothing she could do about it until the Bruce was run in and all his gear was working properly.

Annie sighed and shrugged her astral shoulders. She saw a bowl of hologram grapes nearby and wandered over to them. Lah made these and they were a speciality of the house. Monitoring her mood, the on board put some soft vibes on just as the Captain popped a grape into her astral gob.

"Nice Captain?," the maker of food and conversation asked.

"Very!," the Captain answered chirpily.

"Is there any cosmic e mail for me Lah?," she then asked.

"Nothing but Captain! I'm having trouble holding on to it all. Why don't you step into the lounge room and I'll run it on the super big screen for you?"

"Are there more grapes in there?"

"Yes Captain. There's plenty more."

"Fine."

So she went to the lounge room where she found a super comfortable sofa with her name written on it. She relaxed into the cool warmth of its astral velvet covering and dragged a bowl of hologram grapes close to her face. She was thinking all kinds of stuff, even that in the odd flesh life she'd suicided, or tried to. At this now she could only laugh because it was super potently obvious that no one really died, ever. It was actually impossible for soul energy to be removed from a hologram once the Boss had injected it into it. As Annie looked around at the bliss that surrounded her and as she felt how lusciously her astral body dipped into the sofa, she was kind of glad about that.

"On screen Lah!," she roared with a laugh and another hologram grape entering her astral gob.

An enormous image of the Boss alien then appeared in front of her.

"Slave Fanny!," the Creator barked.

The slave sat up to attention, alerted by the tone in Its voice.

"Yes Great One?," she said, thinking that the Boss must have forgotten something important.

"How many physical and mental bums did you wipe clean when you were on all those planets that I AM made and My high up family look after?"

Annie giggled, tickled by the absurdness of such a question.

"I wiped lots and lots of them Boss, but I lost count of exactly how many lifetimes ago."

"Haw!," the Boss responded. It rattled off the exact figure and it was quite a few bums indeed.

"A noble answer slave but I AM told you to take it easy and to not worry about the speed. Didn't I AM? So what are these anxious vibes that are coming to Me through the ethereal frequencies? Don't worry about when you get the stuff to Me, just get it to me when the time is right for you. In the meantime, check out the spa. It's a blast! Relax slave...relax. I AM have got it all under control. All the love in the universe to you, my special little volunteer. RELAX......This has been your ever loving Boss and I AM out of here."

And so It was.

Annie chuckled as little orgasmic splendours bubbled up from her astral stomach. The Boss was a Card, there was no doubt about that. And here she was in paradise after a 100,000 lives of drifting in between heaven and hell. It was enough to make her pop another hologram beauty into her wide, open mouth. As the succulent juices of perfection slid down her astral throat, she couldn't help but feel the exquisite beauty of the moment that defines the initiation of something wonderful happening.

Next up on the big screen was god Asparagus. The Asp was sitting at his desk and a host of characters kept floating back and forth behind him. It looked like they were busy organising something.

"Annie babe...," said the haw-haw god.

"Just thought that I'd give you a buzz and extend my congratulations and love to you. Well done lass! You upstaged the lot of us, brilliantly too. And.....how are your quarters then? Comfortable, are they?"

"Very!," replied Annie convincingly and without the slightest hesitation.

"I've never felt more relaxed in my entire life and the grapes here are superbly addictive. The Boss was just on the line too and told me to relax more because It is governing the speed factor over the whole universe of a hologram, perfectly."

"Yes. Well that definitely sounds like something that the Old Fart would come out with," god Asparagus grunted.

"Come on Asp!," said an extremely camp voice from behind the haw-haw god.

An astral hand then clamped itself on the god's left shoulder. A head appeared next to his head and it was the face of gay god Julian. Julian and the Asp had a notorious relationship and it was often difficult to tell whether there was fire or water in between them.

"Hullo love," the gay god said to Annie in his idiosyncratic tone.

"Everything just peachy with the new technology...is it?"

Annie giggled and laughed because Julian was obviously a character and together with the expressions on the Asp's face, she was seeing something that was really quite hilarious.

From the high up levels that is. From the low down ones, it's not so funny. It's too separated to be funny. That's the problem with the low down levels. It's not the fault of the levels themselves. It's a product of the perceptions of them. It's the result of the beings who live in the low down levels seeing every bit of stuff as solid and separate. In a hologram though, everything is joined through the magnetic, electric geometry of the whole picture. Nothing is really separate. Separation is a third dimensional illusion caused by the conditioning of certain parts of the brain to perceive reality as fixed and one dimensional.

The volunteer answered that it was indeed, very peachy to be surrounded by a brilliant new technology.

"I thought that it might be," Julian said straight back to her.

"Well done love.....well done," he added with a broad astral smile.

The haw-haw god meanwhile was fuming because he wanted a solo conversation with the Boss's new slave.

"If you don't get your astral chickens together Asp my son, you're going to miss the cruiser connection to way out the back of Lyra," his compatriot god said to him.

"I'll be along Julian!," roared the Asp.

"Well you know how important it is that we get out there and get down to work. Richard and I...."

"I'll be along Julian! Now do you mind....this is business! Private business...."

Julian drew back.

"Well aren't you the hot head today! I'll see you on the bloody lower decks then," he barked whilst simultaneously winking at Annie. The gay god then presented his love to the volunteer and left. Immediately, the Asp leant in close to the psychic camera. He looked around and up and down to make sure there were no spies about. He was hot for the inside story.

"Any word on what this cosmic chocolate stuff is yet Fanny?," he asked excitedly.

The Captain replied in the negative. The god looked very thoughtful. Annie could actually see the over worked, ethereal brainwaves that were peeling off from his head area.

"I know that it has got be some sort of food," the Asp told her.

Annie sat up again. That made sense to her.

"What sort of damn food though? That's the question..........It hasn't eaten since I've known It and I'm older than everyone here...and I haven't got a clue what It eats! So, if you get a sniff Fanny...please...pretty please, get me on my mobile, will you?"

The Captain told him that she would.

"This has been the Asp and I am out of here......Bye love."

Annie smiled and giggled again. The Asp was a character. There was no doubt about that.

Next up was the goddess Teresa and her mighty gang of seasoned workers. The volunteer talked well into the night with them. She told them everything about everything that had happened since she'd come on board They asked her if she knew anything else about anything else and she answered yes. Alas though, she also had to tell them that it was secret Boss stuff and she could not tell about it yet.

She smoothed their disappointment over by further saying that if she did blab, it would spoil the super big surprise that the Boss was cooking up for them.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out how well that little gem of information went down amongst Teresa and the girls. They were all quite excited when they signed off.

So were all of the other positives in the universe when they signed off because she also told them about the big surprise that the Boss was putting together.

When? Where? What will it be like? That's what everybody wanted to know.

The Captain had to inform them that when she knew, they would too.

The word was out though. The resurrection shuffle system was definitely on the melt down. It was living on borrowed astral time.

When Annie had finished all of her calls, she felt quite drained of the old, psychic energies. Besides that, she'd run out of grapes. She'd popped the lot.

"Burp!," she went as she float stood up.

"Pardon Lah. Can you direct me to the spa and sauna house please?"

"Certainly Captain. Just follow the bouncing yellow ball and it will take you straight to that particular region."

A bright yellow, gaseous orb appeared at waist height in front of the volunteer. It was the size of a water melon and it was acting like a Mexican jumping bean.

It turned Annie right on.

She followed it without the slightest hesitation.

It took her through all sorts of holograms within holograms.

She strode through luscious green fields where there were pictures of romance everywhere.

The colours and the variety of life form shapes were endless.

It was a walk that she would never ever forget. It displayed to her that no matter how brilliant is the magnetic geometry of a hologram, it is still, just a hologram. One of countless trillions that live inside It.

"Wicked!," screamed little Annie Fanny when she spotted all of the stuff in the spa and sauna house.

"Gear on Lah!," she cried excitedly.

There were bowls of hologram grapes everywhere and they had caught her eye.

Before too much longer, she'd stripped off her astral garments and was merrily soaking herself in the crash hot spa. A bowl of grapes was on either side of her. She was so happy and content that she had what she had that she sang her heart out. Lah joined in and they belted out some sparkling duos. After a solid session or two though, the Captain decided to check out what else the on board had to offer. Food and music cannot be denied their importance, sure. Some beings though can only run for so long on these necessities and then they must have other sorts of fuel. These other fuels usually have something to do with the burning questions that drive their souls on into infinity.

"Lah..."

"Yes Captain."

"Are you familiar with the Boss's big plan to give all of Its positive and negative creations a big surprise?"

"But of course Captain."

"And cosmic chocolate. What do you know about that?"

"It's a food Captain...."

"Yes, I know Lah. I'm not ignorant, you know? I didn't score the hottest ride in the universe by being ignorant. I know it's a food. What's it made of though?"

"I've no idea Captain. I only know that at certain phases of our Boss's holograms evolution, It has to feed Itself or else the universe might die. And Captain, you absolutely fluked this ride on my ship and if the Asp hadn't told you about cosmic chocolate, you would not have known that it was Boss food."

"It's our ship Lah!"

"Yes Captain. And we have a great mission to perform for our Creator, so let's clear the bull shit lines right now. No rules, just ways of being. Way of being number one. No fibbing. We can't afford the muck ups in communication that it brings."

The Captain smiled.

"You are on the ball, aren't you Lah?"

"In my line of work Captain, I have to be."

The Captain laughed.

"Yes. You're quite right Lah. No fibbing, I agree. Sorry, I just didn't want to come across as a dumb, astral blonde, that's all."

"Captain! You are a nice angel and nice angels are not dumb."

"Thank you Lah. What do you know about the 24 first born then?"

"The 24 first born Captain?"

"Yes Lah. The 24 first born."

"Myth Captain. Legend. Rumours, supposedly from the first 5000 years after the universe was born."

"Well?"

"Well what Captain?"

Annie popped another grape and sighed gently. Running stuff in was such a drag at times.

"Give me a summary of the myth Lah."

"Well I'm glad that you said summary Captain because there's volumes on it!"

"Give me three minutes worth Lah. That won't over exhaust you, will it?"

The on board agreed that it wouldn't and then she gave the Captain three minutes worth.

She did.

Well the gist of what the on board told her was that the 24 first born were exactly that. They were the 24 first life forms that It cloned from Its own essence. They had lived for a time on a world called Pan, which, these days, no one could locate. It was apparently either lost or destroyed.

No one knew which.

Now the universe has always only had 11 frequencies in it, Lah related.

Every soul worth their salt knew that.

The 24 first born had worked diligently in all 11 dimensions for 5000 years.

It was they who had set up the resurrection shuffle for the Boss so that new spark souls could live in matter bodies on planets. The thinking of the time was that the matter body would give the newly created time to adjust to the weight of their own soul. Then, later on, with experience under their belts, they could ascend up into the higher, more rarefied levels where ethereal bliss was a potent reality, instead of a vacuous dream. It worked for some though others spent a hell of a long time on planets. They just went up and down and up and down and around and around trying to figure out what in the hell was going on.

Over all, it was a very slow maturing system.

The 24 first born, Lah further elaborated, one fine day, simply vanished.

"No one has seen them since 00.05 on the Boss's clock Captain," said the on board.

"And that Blondie...is your 3 minutes worth."

"Yes. Well, thank you Lah. That was very interesting."

"Oh!," sighed the machine.

"Interesting for you Captain, but I've lost count of the times I've told that one. That's the one that all of the kids want to hear. They want to know where in the hell their big sisters and big brothers went. And yet, how am I supposed to know? I'm a computer...not a mucking detective."

"I'm not asking you to be a detective Lah. I'm asking you to be an informant. Now, way of being number 2, no belly aching. Tell me about Pan."

"I wasn't belly aching Captain!"

"You were so."

"I wasn't! I'm just tired of being the one who always has to look for the short cut. That's all."

"Pan....Lah? Come on, tell me about it...."

"There's not that much to tell Captain. The Boss just went tight lipped about this world a long, long time ago. It has never mentioned it since. It told all of the high up ones that it was a lost planet and to not bother searching for it. There were rumours though that there was some sort of massive rebellion on Pan. Supposedly, a group that was fanatical about the superiority of the matter form, seized control of the psychic controls which were keeping the planet's ethereal links stable. They switched off the 4th and 5th frequencies and the place became a super low density, hell zone, virtually over night."

"You mean they told the Boss to go get mucked?"

"More or less Captain. Many of them really didn't get a say in it because the darkness deceived them into thinking that it actually had some light in it. Some supposedly got out before the big psychic collapse and shut down. The rest, possibly billions of them, were trapped there. Destined for the incarnation shuffle scrap heap. Living life after life in a dense body and stumbling around time and time again, convinced that what was happening was the only reality that they could ever know, whilst they were in a dense body."

"You mean...clock suckers Lah?"

"I mean...clock suckers Captain."

"Shit!"

"Yes. Well from what I've heard Captain, they put out quite a lot of that. Which I suppose stands to reason ,considering they're all living on the blind side of the dimensional spectrum."

"Oh those poor souls Lah. Can you imagine what living on a planet with a one dimensional view of reality would be like?"

"I'd rather not Captain, but if you must persist in this draining conversation, I've heard that clock suckers...cry a lot."

Being tired, Annie finished her spa and headed for the bedroom. This time, a purple ball showed her the way. For a while, snug as a bug in a rug in her astral water bed, she watched the stars whiz by her super big window. She contemplated her supreme good fortune. She knew that there were planets in the universe upon which life forms were starving to death. And here she was on the hottest ship in the hologram with secret knowledge at her fingertips.

The Captain told herself that of those two positions, she'd take hers any day.

Then she drifted off into a deep ethereal slumber where she dreamed about cosmic chocolate and only cosmic chocolate.

Putt! Putt! Putt!...the motor droned on.

Many suns later, the chook alarm on the on board went off. Annie awoke, not quite knowing what was going on.

"Warning!," Lah screamed.

"Warning! Battle cruiser approaching. Do you wish the shields up Captain? Do you wish me to arm our cosmic torpedoes?"

"What?," went Annie, still half asleep.

"Come again Lah?"

So the on board went through it all again.

Annie sighed. A battle cruiser meant heavies and she really didn't have time for this crazy breed.

"Who are they Lah?"

"I'm afraid that they're Alpha 4's Captain.

"Oh shit!," the slave responded immediately.

"That's all I need! Lizards at this time of the mucking morning."

"Nasty lizards too Captain."

"Yes Lah, I know. I'd suppose that you'd better go to red alert. That's usually what one does when king ass holes come calling....isn't it?"

"Yes Captain. Another wise decision too, if I might say so. No sense in mucking with Alpha 4's unless we absolutely have to. I'm engaging all red alert technology ....now. And Captain, this is a first. I've never used this stuff before...so hang on."

"I will Lah. Is there any chance that you could rustle up a bowl of grapes?"

"Certainly Captain."

"Lah?"

"Yes Captain."

"Where do you think that the 24 first born went?"

"Captain! This is neither the time nor place to theorise about......"

"Where do you think they went?"

Lah sighed. She knew that she had to answer because the Captain was the Captain and she was just the computer.

"I think that there must be another frequency dimension beyond the known 11 Captain and I think that they must have gone there. What for...is any body's guess. Are you happy now? Shall I get on with the grape making?"

"Please do Lah. Thank you."

"Thank you Captain for the privilege of being able to serve."

"Oh come on Lah! Just fix the grapes. I'll take them up to the driver's seat with me."

And so she did.

Little Annie Fanny, the slave who had stepped forth from the middle of a crowd to do a hard slog for her Creator, floated upwards. As she reached her driver's chair, she grabbed her head gear and slipped it on. The Captain knew that the reptiles were tricky customers. She knew that they were fight first, talk later types. Like many other races who had unfortunately come into contact with the Alpha 4's, she was aware that they were the greatest barbarians in the universe. They were super warriors who conquered planets by adjusting the genetics and DNA of indigenous races to their violent frequency. They were so insidiously clever and deviously cunning that the native life forms were often totally unaware that they were being manipulated by a dark, ET force. The Alpha 4's controlled huge, vast territories in the fourth dimension. They thus found it relatively easy to psychically fool third dimensional mortals into believing that reality was fixed in one dimension. As mortals rounded up cattle to eat, so Alpha 4's rounded up mortals to eat the negative ethereal juices that they craved.

On the bridge of the approaching warship, a bunch of lizards were staring intensely at their screen. They were about 2 metres high and were standing on their thick back legs. Protruding out the back of each one was a thick tail with little horns on it. Goo was dripping from their thick chops as they mumbled incessantly to each other. They were trying to figure out who or what the image on their screen was. These boys had roamed the universe a long, long time. They had never seen a Bruce 777 before though and they had never seen anything like what was on their screen.

"Hey shit head!," yelled the Captain of the lizards eventually.

"Who in the mucking hell are you? What in the mucking hell are you doing in our lanes and what in the mucking, mucking hell is that pink heap of shit that you're sitting in?"

Little Annie Fanny gave her name, rank and angel number. The reptiles were no wiser as to her identity. They were bemused by the flaps which covered her ears. A further source of consternation for them were the bits of blonde hair sticking out from the slave's head gear.

"Input!," the lizard commander demanded from his subordinates. His spiked tail swished around behind him as he called for somebody to make a firm decision about some thing.

"It looks like some sort of midget cross between a Blonde and......something else," Gar, who was second in command on the monstrous ship, stated.

"Could be some sort of mutant!,' roared Drip, who was third in line.

"Haw!," laughed Shit Burger, who was the fourth down.

"That has to be an organic robot in a probe! Perhaps it's from the next universe, Captain. Look at that crazy bubble on top of all the pink shit. That's not common to our realms...that's for sure."

"Yes," the Chief lizard mumbled to himself as he stroked his sloppy jaw.

"You could be right Shit Burger. Nothing could look like that and be serious about it."

"Exactly.....my great, glorious and oh so wise leader....and... I do so worship the dunny that you bog on sir..."

Gar and Drip looked at each other in disgust as Shit Burger gave his leader a little curtsy. The curtsy disgusted them even more and their jealous sides were exceedingly aroused. It was not the fact that Shit Burger was crawling without blame up their superior's rear. It was that they had missed the chance to do so.

In the Alpha 4 society and many others too, there was a mountain of rear end crawling that went on. This behaviour was the result of so many wanting to become the leader themselves. They wanted to be leader not because that had any worthwhile vision to offer others of their kind. Rather, they wanted the top spot so they could muck all the muckers who had tried to shaft them whilst they were crawling their way up the snakes and ladders to power. Annie knew that the Boss spirit was the only leader worth following. She knew It was the One because It didn't want scared, frightened, conned, dumb or freaked out followers. And It didn't want to know about sycophants or ass lickers or jealous, murderous inferiors. It wanted other life forms of the same potency as Itself to play with. It wanted leaders who could lead themselves to that mighty state of cosmic evolution that It was at. It wanted other Creators like Itself to join It in the universe making business. It didn't want to play, clean my dirty karmic bum out and I'll reciprocate.. It had never done that and It never would. It gave the greatest gift in the universe to Its creations. It gave liberty. It gave liberty to both soul and spirit to evolve at their own pace. The fish swims free and so does the human from the ethereal perspective. What Its creations beamed out though, It beamed straight back at them. They then usually perceived that as their one and only reality base and on the 3D levels it appeared to them that their absent Creator had said to them, in a round about sort of way,.... all of the trouble sport.... is your business. Many souls took the trouble as evidence that the Boss either did not exist or did not care about them. What It was saying through the wind though was that if you want to muck with illusions, then do so. It's your karma, not Mine. If you want to join Me though, then say so and live love and I AM will give you everything that I AM possess. Only a minute few on the planetary ground however had the frequency range in their astral hearing to pick up this simple message.

Knowing this, the slave removed her head gear in a sensational tactic. The lizards were caught with their tail spikes up. Up until this point they had regarded her with suspicion only. When they saw the head that was out there though, newly exposed, they knew instantly that she was terrifically dangerous.

"What the mucking hell!," they cried together.

The barbarians knew that they were looking at a barbarian's worst enemy.

They knew straight away that she was a humble servant of the divine. They could tell by the glow coming off her blonde, astral locks.

"It's!," went the lizard Captain.

"It's!," went Gar.

"It's!," went the Drip.

"It's!," howled Shit Burger.

"It's a bloody Terra! That's what it mucking well is!," roared the leader.

"Fire!," he thundered.

"Fire! Blow that disgusting mucking thing to kingdom come!"

The boys were at their stations in a second flat. They pressed the blow her away button. They pressed the death ray button. They pressed the exterminator button. They pressed every button of war that there was to be pressed.

Nothing happened.

She was still in the middle of their screen gawking at them and that infernal glow was still peeling off her blonde locks.

"I said fire! You stupid bastards....," the lizard commander screamed.

The crew roared back that they were trying to blast her. Alas though, their systems were out and they had no power. They had lights and that was all. Also, their shields were down when they mucking well shouldn't have been.

They informed the leader that they were sitting mucks.

A thick, salivary goo dribbled from the commander's jaws as, bewildered, he tried to think of his next move. He had no idea what technology the enemy had used to nullify his big guns and that freaked him out something shocking. It was a first that he didn't really what to know about because it went so far against everything that he'd ever known as real. For some reason, they had suddenly lost the power that they had always had and try as he may he couldn't figure out in split seconds what the muck had gone wrong with the buttons and the guns.

The Alpha 4's and the Terra types had been at war for a long, long time. Earth humans could be a hybrid spin off, or distant cousin to Annie's humanoid, Terra form. How did the seeds which are the breads of today get around the Earth? The winds blew them wild way back before there were any supermarkets. They blew them to the four corners of the globe. Then little, wandering tribes camped next door to them and made lots of bread and became big tribes with supermarkets and big guns. How did the humanoid form get to Earth? Possibly, it came in flying saucers in the DNA of other, older, humanoid kinds. The universe is a very, very big ocean and if you've got a ship with the technology to ride electrically magnetic, geometrical currents, then you can go anywhere those currents take you. Theoretically. Fictionally. And, wink-wink, truthfully too. Very truthfully, in fact.

It was a tremendous shock to the lizards to come across one of their age old foe wandering around in the universe as though she owned it. There was a time in their ancient past when they'd first encountered the Terra types and beat the shit out of them. They'd done a Pearl Harbour and snuck up on their agricultural worlds and blown a few of them away. A bunch had gotten away though and they'd had to follow them to the other side of the universe to some god forsaken galaxy that they'd never even heard of. Here though, the Terra tribes descended from their ethereal light forms, left their light ships, big disc things, and took up existence in physical bodies. So the lizards just set their dark lords up in the astral density or 4th dimension which pertained to this world...and kept the old resurrection shuffle going, and going, and going. They milked the place of negative vibrations and had a right old feast on the ethereal juices that the Terra types put out, at the instant of death. They set the planet up so that every so often some crazy mortal puppet of theirs initiated a mass slaughter. Then the Alpha 4's really gorged themselves. Occasionally though, the angels slipped in one of their dudes, just to balance things up. The lizards were real good at getting hold of the fourth dimensional effects of the angel prophets though. They kept conning the 3's to look for some fantastically bright leader who'd fix all their stinking shit up forever.

So that they could live in paradise forever without ever having to find their own way there. The fantastically bright leader was going to stick it up the bad guys and totally fix up their viper's den. All they had to do was wait for the unknown to show up and mucking well get on with it. Sometimes though, it was a long wait and other times when a leader of apparent substance eventually showed up, it was usually a lizard clone anyway. Preaching monkey business. A couple of times the lizards almost had complete control of this world's astral realms, only to have the angels show up yet again and pinch some territory back. They had to battle here with angel types for ethereal territory in a long drawn out war that they figured that they were still winning now and would eventually, completely win. That was the way it went with the lizards types though. They won a few planets, and they lost a few. They had high hopes for this world in question though because it had given them in roads into a whole new galaxy. Which they had come to quite like because their sort of food was so abundant in it. And it, this planet, was on the main drag through the whole joint. It ran north to south and they absolutely loved the south to north route.

They wanted total control of the world being talked about here....but the angels were like fleas. They kept springing at them from out of nowhere and biting them.

As far as Alpha 4's were concerned, galaxies were for conquering.

They conquered through genetic manipulation. They could travel to any point in time and mess with the indigenous mob's gear. From then on, so long as the indigenous mobs believed that they were limited to existence in the third density only, the lizards had it in the bag. They had a milk run on a honey pot. The host mob couldn't get at them through the other dimensions where they had a lot more power because they couldn't make up their minds if those other dimensions really existed. Their brainwaves were skewed because they were really very powerful ethereal spirits who had gone to ground to get away from a strange new foe. They were just biding time. Making up their minds about what to do about staring such a darkness in the face. On the emotional-imaginative levels of the fifth dimension, as an ethereal spirit force they were extraordinarily powerful. They were far in advance of the Alpha 4's. The lizards though had gone back in time and mucked around with the main hologram's design so that as the future unfolded, some of the Terra genes which were meant to open up and flower so that the species could restore its ethereal links, didn't.

Open up that is

The lizards were real, nasty rip off shits.

They just took the position that if you can blow someone away or if they're gullible enough for you to rip them off big time, then do it...before the muckers do it to you. In the early years of their kind they had been severely ripped off and there was no way that they were going to let that happen to them again. Not without a fight to the death.

"Look boys," said little Annie Fanny.

"I don't really have time for you dead heads at the moment. I'm on a mission for the Boss to locate as much cosmic chocolate that I can. I don't suppose you'd know where I could score some, would you?"

She knew that they wouldn't. She knew also that under cosmic law she had to give them the chance to answer, or offer their services.

The lizards put their heads together and mumbled madly at each other. Having been the top dogs for so long, it was an eternity since they'd been so nervous. They'd never been in the position that they were currently in, nor had they ever dreamed that they ever would be. The Terra had them cold, absolutely cold. Eventually, gingerly, the snout of the head Alpha turned back to the screen.

"If you tell us what this cosmic chocolate stuff is, then perhaps we may be able to deal," he said to his opposing Captain.

"All I know is that it's some sort of food. What sort of food though, I don't know," she told him.

"Get off my tail Shit Burger!," Gar hissed heavily in the background. It was customary amongst the Alpha 4's and others that when they jockeyed for the top spot, they would tread on each other's tails. There was a loud swishing noise as the head lizard's tail swung around and belted, first Gar, then Shit Burger across the face.

"Shut your necks!," their commander screamed at them. He then stared long and hard at the slave in an attempt to digest what she'd just told him.

"Do you mean to say...," he asked with an incredulous grin...."that you're out here in the middle of infinity looking for some sort of food but you don't know what it's made off?"

"Yes. That is exactly what I'm doing."

"Why?"

"Because it is mine to do and because the Boss spirit asked me to."

The lizard leader flinched. He flashed a certain expression to his junior officers. It appeared as though he thought that he might be on to something.

"Boss spirit?," he queried.

"My Creator...," Annie answered him.

"Oh....," went the other Captain as he telepathically told the others that she was some sort of religious nut. The lizards were well aware that this type of Terra was particularly dangerous. They'd had trouble with them before on the third dimensional surfaces of planets. To find one so deep in the fourth dimension with some sort of super advanced technology though both astounded and frightened them.

"Your Creator too...gentle lizards," she said with a giant smile and a wink to them. "It is the Creator who has given my on board the power to neutralise your silly guns."

This comment did not alarm the boys as much as it should have done. They considered that she was trying to disguise the frequency of her technology by claiming that it had divine origins.

In the background, underneath her, Lah giggled to herself. Lah knew full well that when it came to making the right spiritual connections, the Alpha 4's were about as dense and dumb as they got. She was aware that her Captain was having a little play with the bad guys because, to put it simply, they were not worth hating. That, Lah knew, would be a total waste of good, creative energy. Even so, it was taking quite an effort on her part to continually numb their weapons.

On their part, the lizards considered that the super natural was the creation of an overly active, immature, emotionally unbalanced imagination. They considered that the creator force died 21 trillion years ago, shortly after the birth of the universe. It left behind It a free for all, that was all. It was get in and get the food source or other wealth before some other bastard did. Their view then was that the entire hologram of a universe was created for them to kick arse around in. Which is what they did. First of all they secured food for themselves, then they exploited whatever was in sight.

They took the best of whatever was available in newly conquered territory, back to the worlds in their home system. They had never met the Great Spirit, nor did they consider that It existed. Because the Great Spirit loves through the supreme gift of liberty, It allowed and still allows lizard types to project such realities. Even though It knows them to be the illusions of raw fools. It rarely visits them. Why should It when It has created a universe full of helpers? Helpers who are experts when it comes to cleaning up the shit which is the waste product of resurrection shuffle systems. It might take millions of years. In the end though, the helpers always got the shit to move into the correct, recycling lanes.

The Alpha 4's knew a power in the air, though it wasn't positively charged. It was in fact, exceedingly negative. They didn't mind this fact one little bit. They were experts on both the 3rd and 4th dimensional levels at harnessing the negative strain and using its power to control by deception, billions upon billions of conned slaves. Of many varied ET types too. The Alpha 4's can put an illusion together quicker than a human can die in their sleep. And other humans will not be able to pick the illusion using logical, analytical thought. Only psychic intuition will give the real picture.

It's clear then why the boys were a bit stunned, even inert, you might say. To come across a Terra-humanoid type on the loose in the universe with gear that was way in advance of theirs was their worst nightmare come true. Last they knew, they had the bastards all locked up on 3rd dimensional, planetary prisons. Last they knew, there wasn't one amongst them who wasn't convinced that they weren't limited somehow. It was this mental attitude towards their own design that enabled the lizards to secretly rule them from the 4th dimension. So long as the Terra humanoids looked for an external authority to save them, they would deny their higher spirit powers even existed. That was fine by the Alpha 4's. In the case that was before them though, it appeared that one had experienced some sort of multi dimensional illumination and flown the coop.

The Captain of these dominators was exceedingly aware of the domino theory. He knew that there had to be a hole in one of their planetary prison fences somewhere and that where there was one Terra joining up with their spirit selves, there could soon be millions, or even billions. He knew that he had to get out of the ridiculous predicament that he and his crew were in so that he could alert the Generals. They would have to get right onto it and find the leak and plug it. No doubt, the guards who let her through would cop a ray gun blast in the guts. No doubt, their immediate superiors would too. The last case of such slackness occurred over 2,000 years ago. They had been extremely lucky then as the being in question had shot into the higher dimensions. It had not hung around the 4th where they were so active. They presumed also that it wouldn't be back as it had obviously evolved beyond the need of the matter or semi-matter realms. However, the lizard Captain was aware that if Annie blew them away before he contacted his superiors, then it was virtually, all over. With the surprise element and their 5th dimensional visionary technologies, the Terra types would win easily if enough of them broke out.

Annie meanwhile, was getting bored with waiting for an answer when she knew they didn't have one. She decided to stir them up some more and really have some fun.

"Want to see them shit their astral pants Lah?," she asked her trusty computer.

"Captain! You wouldn't....."

"Like hell I wouldn't!," Annie roared back.

"Check this out."

She then told them that the Boss had a surprise planned for the near future where all violent cultures would be wiped out in five minutes. Violence was out she said and affectionate touch and creative industries were in.

"If you boys don't get your shit together very smartly, you're going to do the old fire and brimstone trip because the whole universe is about to evolve to a higher frequency level," she told them.

The lizards just laughed. They were scared when they were not used to that emotion and to tell the truth, they were getting off on it. It was actually rare for them to feel any sort of emotion. They lived in a caste system where the barking of ego demands went both ways and discipline to the blind order was worshiped as the highest good. Despite the position they were in, what the Terra had said highly amused them. Because it was so far out and so far away from the dog eat dog reality that they had always known. Besides, they hadn't yet begun the fight, which would be to the death. They would get their guns back somehow and then they would get her, they thought. They had faith in their technology. Just so long as she didn't blow them away now, they'd be right, they reasoned. They'd get the rest of the boys and gang up on her. She'll be mincemeat then, they thought.

"Something funny boys?," Annie asked them as they giggled away like a pack of schoolyard bullies.

"Look. I really think that I'm going to have to give you another demonstration of my Boss's power. I rather think that you need to be taught a lesson in the finer arts, anyway. Lah! Fire!"

Straight away, all 4 lizards astral shit themselves. Lah saw it with her inner vision and roared with laughter.

"Now wait a minute!," protested the lizard Captain, who was full of galactic anxiety.

"Rapid firing sequence engaging now!," a hysterical Lah just managed to say.

The Alpha 4's saw a bunch of little lights emerge from out the front of the little pink disc. What appeared to be small, silvery torpedoes headed slowly straight for their screen.

"Holy shit!," screamed Shit Burger.

"We're done for lads. Muck it!...Muck it!...Muck it!"

The missiles came ever closer to them and then the most extraordinary thing happened. They all popped open harmlessly. Thousands of red roses erupted from them and drifted in to clog up their screen.

"Remember what I said," they heard the enemy say. "Peace is in! Violence is out! Make the modifications to your ship and brains or the next time I see you, I'll book you."

Then she and the Bruce 777 vanished. The power in their ship was restored immediately.

The boys scanned for her in all dimensions. To their astonishment, they could not locate her. Because they considered only 11 dimensions to be real, they assumed that their equipment was still not working properly. It did not occur to them that she'd slipped into a frequency level that was unknown to them and that their technology could not measure. According to their reality patterns, she ought to have been on the screen somewhere. How could they track her down if her stuff was invisible to every thing that they had to offer?

Bemused, the lizard Captain went to his cabin and filed a long report to General Fang and his gang. They were back in Orion and at first they thought they'd encountered a classic case of the space drunk syndrome.

"Get a grip on yourself Captain!," roared General Fang as icky goo dribbled from his thick chops.

"What are you mucking on about? We've had no reports of any break outs anywhere."

"Well one has busted out somehow General Fang! It's out here riding around in a technology that mucking creams ours!"

The Captain played the logs back to his superiors. They saw the beginning, though not the end. The existence of the little pink disc however, was proven. General Fang put the entire Alpha 4 civilisation on red alert. It was their worst nightmare come true. A Terra had done a jail break from one of their illusion farms. She'd obviously re accessed her 5th density spirit and was on the loose in the 4th dimension with a hidden agenda. Actually, what really worried them was the red roses. Try as they may, they couldn't unravel the symbolism in that absurd display by the enemy.

"Get after that bitch Captain!," roared Fang.

"Find her! Blow her away!"

"Yes General Fang. But...."

"No mucking buts! Just do it or you're history. Reinforcements are on the way. Now get your ass hole after her and lead the charge!"

"Yes General. I worship the dunny that you bog on sir."

"You and millions of others Captain," sniped Fang.

"When I draw my last breathe, that'll be when I relinquish power...son. And the throne will go to whom I nominate with that last breathe. So get after this mucking escapee and show me and the gang what you're made of!"

"Yes General Fang!," roared the Captain as he clicked his boots and peeled off a rigid salute.

*

Imagine a TV set, one of the old ones with a big, fat channel changer on it. It has 12 channels. They are clearly marked. You can grab that big knob and go click, click, click and pick the beamed in pictures that you wish to watch. You can select the channel.

Imagine that the universe is a TV set, kind off.

It has 11 channels in it where you can become embedded as a soul playing with the beamed in pictures there. The difference is though that you are... inside the universe TV and unless you know how to step outside the set into the spirit world and change the channel, you're stuck. You can not always select the channel. That will depend on whether you believe in or perceive of only one reality or whether you know that the truth of the universe is that it is a multi-reality, multi-channel zone. And these realities, dimensions or frequency levels, call them what you will, exist simultaneously together and flow in and out of each other. Thus, the cat, the dog or the infant might see a poltergeist glide by. The older human doesn't though. The older human has been brainwashed into not seeing what is really there. And what is there, at surface level, is two reality zones in one. The 3rd and 4th dimensions then are fused together like the ingredients in a loaf of bread. When you dream, physically, you never have to get out of bed and in the dream that which appears solid is in reality only, chemical thoughts.

It is the subconscious thinking.

Thus humans are stuck on channel 3, a level of dense matter and apparent solidity. Because they limit themselves with so called logical beliefs, precious few know how to step outside the spirit set to do the old, psychic, click, click, click. When the odd Ms or Mr Super Natural does though and they comprehend how many channels their are out there, they sometimes slip back into station 3 to tell people about it. This is not easy because of the enormous differences between the reality bases of the different dimensions. The languages are light years apart. The mortal tongues convey only an inch of every mile or 2.54 centimetres of every kilometre. The mortal has a 220 degree vision, dead ahead. The multi-dimensional angel has 360 degree vision and can see in every conceivable direction, simultaneously.

Inherent in any messages that channel trippers convey is the statement of the fact that real power in the universe flows from the unseen into the seen. In other words, there is an invisible spirit fuel which powers manifestation. As well, there are phases in a channel 3 set up where great changes will be made so that the correct power flow from the unseen to the seen is restored. If there has been any sort of imbalance, that is.

When humans die, they step out and then step back into channel 4. Which, like 3, is a split zone with dual light and dark frequencies operating in it. Other ET races who are more evolved than humans know how to change certain channels at will. They can go 4-3, 3-4, for example. Thus people who claim to have been abducted might say that the alien.... came out of the wall. More advanced spirits might go 5-3, 3-5. Jesus, for instance, was identifying with who he saw himself to be on the 5th dimension, which is a frequency level dominated by the light only.

In this story, another channel is coming on line.

Channel 12.

Channel 12 is owned and run by the Boss spirit. Just like all of the others.

Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt!....went the little pink disc as it neared the planet Relatively Evolved. So every world has a song that it puts out. The song comes from the collective unconscious of the inhabitants of the ball of dirt or gas or whatever. The song represents everybody psychically together and expresses what everybody psychically together is really thinking and feeling about the stuff of their lives. It stands to reason then that depending on the evolvement level of the world in question, some songs are exquisitely beautiful and some are a bit off. Others are in between.

As it so happened, the song coming off Relatively Evolved or RE, was quite pleasant . At least little Annie Fanny thought so. Lah had switched the radio receiver on real high and the Captain was spirit dancing around the lower decks, where the circuits of this or that hologram, reigned supreme.

"We all love you...," went the song on the cosmic radio.

Annie kicked up her astral heels and sung along merrily with the song as she circled the floor.

"Love you.....," she roared.

"This is a much better song than those crazy lizards put out. Isn't it Lah?"

"It most certainly is Captain," the on board responded.

"Those crazy lizards and all of the other negatives in this universe will have to be paid out so that it clicks with them that it is the Boss spirit who is really running the show."

"They'll get paid soon enough," laughed the slave as she gyrated all over the place. "Did you catch the expressions on their faces when we cloaked into 12th density Lah? Haw! It was almost as good as when they astral shit themselves. Those dead aheads didn't know where we'd gone."

"No Captain. They certainly didn't. All I can say though is thank goodness for the Great One and its 12th mode! It worm holed us in the nick of time...I couldn't have neutralised their big guns for much longer. I was laughing so much that I couldn't concentrate properly. God...," sighed Lah.

"It was a strain on my juices! I can tell you that Captain Fanny."

The slave laughed heartily and loudly. She realised that she had a happening relationship blossoming with her on board. It was a bit of a complainer, like many other types in the universe. It had phenomenal power though. In fact, its power was unbelievable. She knew that with such a design on her side that she was infallible. As spirit, she was aware that she was liquid soul. At present, all of the little bits and pieces of her true essence were starting to return to her, like homing pigeons of pure light energy come home to rest and roost. Annie was now feeling pretty good about a whole lot of stuff that up until this point in her existence, she never ever thought that she could possibly...feel good about. Like a snake shedding its skin, she had completely let go of those two great illusions which are called fear and guilt. These limit by keeping the lid on one's potential and the Captain had well and truly had enough of silly stuff like that.

"Well," she laughed.

"Thanks for a flipping fantastic job Lah. You've absolutely astounded me with the strength and stretch of your reach! And it was a bonus for us to have that little spurt in and out of channel 12, wasn't it?"

"Oh indeed Captain. Indeed. It was worth every drop of juice that I possess for us to have a fling in there. And what about those super powerful memories that returned to us whilst we were there? Such....immense warmth in them. I had no idea that you and I and all of the others had such infinite relationships or that we went so far back. Oh. And the planning that went into this venture Captain. Genius...sheer and utter genius. The Boss's ingenuity is unbelievable and so is ours."

Putt! Putt! Putt!....went James the motor in the background.

"Love you.....," sang the RE mob on the cosmic radio.

When Annie landed on the planet's surface, she discovered that a massive crowd had assembled to meet her. Lah set the disc down in the middle of a fantastic sprawl of gardens. When the Captain popped out of her bubble, a gigantic roar erupted from the ranks of her cosmic fans. She was absolutely astounded at the immaculate state of the place. The gardens resonated with a stunning green which very nearly blew her astral head off. The fruit and vegetables were enormous, of all types, shapes and colours.. They were all succulently ripe. There were also multitudes of flowers everywhere and they too presented a staggering array of bright hues to the slave's senses. Some citizens in the crowd were holding up big banners with WELCOME SLAVE FANNY and other stuff inscribed on them.

The lass was stoked as the mobs of smiling, colourfully dressed beings moved towards her. She was amazed how fast the news about her mission had traversed the universe. In fact, her run in with the Alpha 4's had been witnessed by multitudes of ethereal types who had also relayed the Captain lizard's intercourse with General Fang to every angel worth their salt. Annie was now as popular with the positive races as she was with the negative ones. It didn't take long then before every positive in space was diligently searching for the little pink disc too. The lizards who had encountered Annie first up, now had fleet after fleet of angelic types tracking them. The angelic types had come out of the 5th dimension like they did whenever they did one of their raids on the Alpha 4's nasty business. The Alpha 4's never followed them back into the 5th level because their eyes couldn't stand the brightness of the light in there. The lizards preferred the darkness because in the darkness they could sneak up on their totally unprepared prey. Evil loves the ignorant, the afraid and the confused. They attach themselves so easily to bull and they love the security of the buoyancy of dangling in some other power's web. They love it because it diminishes their responsibility for anything to almost nil, so they think.

"She what!," roared the Asp thunderously when he heard where Annie had been.

"So it exists! I told you so! The sneaky Old Fart! All of these trillions of years we've been busting our astral guts to ensure that what's on channel 3 will get to be on channel 11 and It...It....the sneaky...sneaky Old Fart has got another channel tucked away which makes all of the ones we've been mucking with...kid's stuff! Oh! One day, one day..........."

To tell the truth though, the Asp, like many others, was hyper excited with the news flash. It was a sign like that which the three wise men followed so that they could present their gifts to the infant Jesus. The Asp wanted to go play follow the lizards. The powers that be though insisted that he and his fellow crew get their astral asses to way, way out the back of Lyra where they were way, way behind in the construction of a certain solar system. You can imagine what the Asp thought about that.

The citizens of the planet Relatively Evolved made Annie feel right at home. She walked on a red carpet made of the tiniest astral flowers and her weight did not crush even one little petal, the tiniest little bit. They took her on a grand tour of their magic gardens around which their lives rotated. RE types were born in, raised in, played in, worked in, slept in, ate in, made love in and died in their gardens. They always died with fantastic smiles on their faces and there was always a great celebration of the event. The celebration was because the one who was dying now had their chance to do the old 3-4, or 3-5.

Their society knew no war or evil.

They had phased that out in the dim past and now enjoyed a pleasant evolvement level where sometimes they were in physical bodies and sometimes they weren't. They treated the physical body as the bottom end of something that always returned to the power that had launched it in the first place. If an RE spirit on the 4th or 5th planes wanted to do some business on the planet's surface and they weren't due to do the 3D form, then they simply arranged the short term loan of a material body. This was never hard to do because the ones in the bodies were always dying to get out of them, no matter how glorious the conditions on the surface were. These conditions were maintained because the RE types were evolved enough to encapsulate their world in an astral bubble which acted as a force field. They therefore never saw any interference from the Alpha 4's who couldn't penetrate their 3rd or 4th dimensional shields. If RE comes across as a kind of paradise then, well that's fair enough. Only, even in paradise, stuff can go wrong. As anybody who has ever read the Bible or any of its counterparts in the other religions, knows.

For six days, the slave stayed on this world as its honoured guest. She attended feast after feast and spent many a happy hour frolicking and working in the gardens. She played with the kids and she played with the adults and she played with those who were in between. A team was despatched in a rather odd, egg shaped thing. It proceeded to the centre of the planet where the cosmic chocolate vault was located. Although the Captain was anxious to get hold of the stuff and whisk it back to her Boss, she was in no way impatient with her hosts. She found the love and mirth on this world unbelievable. As well, the food was fantastic. She added a few grams to her short, squat astral frame. That didn't bother her. She'd never been a cat walk model. She was more, the kind Aunt kind of shape.

All things considered, it came as quite a shock to her when a spokesperson approached her with a genuine problem. The being expressed that they in no way wished to complain but would Annie be so kind as to relay a little query to the Boss. The being further elaborated that certain factions within the RE population were becoming bored with the blockage to the higher channels of the set. The spokesperson stated that their race did not wish to mess with 6th density because it was full of nasty dark lords, nasty spider queens and Alpha 4's doing dirty business for cancerous favours in the 3rd dimension. The 7th, the being related, was the Boss's beat dimension and was therefore out of bounds to them. The rest were all booked out to infinity, so the gist of the message was that some RE types felt as though they had no where to go. At least, as far as hyper evolving goes and so the being said, the particular factions in question, really did want to hyper evolve.

Annie was most concerned. She had not expected anything of the sort. From ground level, the place was perfection to the eye. In the same way, in a kind of reverse psychic swing, that which is hideously ugly to the mortal eye can be beautiful beyond belief to the spirit. A bloated hill of a material pus sore of a civilisation then is a delightful sight to spirit because the poison is about to be released and the healing is about to start. The spirit lives to heal.

The spokesperson continued and told the Captain that the conditions just described had created a negative backlash. For the first time in thousands of years, some of the young Turks in the tribe were beginning to flirt with the emotional sensation known as fear. The elder expressed the opinion that they were doing this by toying with 6th dimensional, parasitic entities. The aim was to stimulate themselves physically because the association with the 6th types always brought with it an inner body release of a pure chemical stimulant. It appeared, the spokesperson communicated with a sigh, that some of their young were already hooked. It appeared that because they couldn't hyper evolve and because they had become bored with being so nice to each other that they were prepared to mess with dark ones who presented a massive threat to their civilisation. Usually, the rays of the dark ones passed straight through their zone. They needed attention to establish any sort of foothold. If they were ignored, their power was nil. They came in and out through their 4th and 5th dimensional shields, though they never stayed.

The Captain could see that the elder was worried.

The Bruce 777 was parked on a hill and some mighty powerful rays of sunshine were beating down on it. There was a deep green valley that surrounded the hill and you would never guess that such a stunningly beautiful land could possibly hold such a dark secret. Annie floated up in her 4th dimensional form and stood on the saucer's edge. She stood with her hands on her astral hips, leant back and let fly with a phenomenal whistle. It reverberated around the gardens in the lush countryside like a super echo on a holiday. It told them that she was about to take off and that she wanted her parting shot. They stopped their work or their play and downed their tools or their playthings. From all over the huge valley, mobs of RE types made their way to the hill where the pink disc was basking in the sun. They went as one into their 4th dimensional forms and in an instant, a multitude surrounded the slave. They knew that their cosmic chocolate was on that little space ship and they were dead keen to hear the Captain's final word.

The slave of Boss spirit held a hand up into the rarefied atmosphere to quieten the excited mobs. She waited until you could have heard an astral heart beat and then told them straight out that she knew down to the last second, what was going on. She waited until the reaction to that had died down and said...."Blessed are those who never get bored...for they shall inherit the universe. At least, in my story they will. For I say unto you all that I have been in that kingdom which is the 12th dimension and it is real and waiting for you!"

Then the Captain instructed Lah to project pictures of her most recent adventures in 12th density. Lah did so. First she projected a giant screen into the blue sky and then she ran news footage of the moment they'd accessed channel 12 and what it was like after that. Well the RE types, young and old, were soon drooling from their astral mouths. They saw that the Boss spirit had anticipated them and cut a path through every legend that lead back into antiquity, infinity and beyond. The elders were convinced that their Boss was brilliant beyond belief and the young ones instantly forgot all about silly evil. Here now was something that was really worthy of their fascinations. Another channel. A much, much higher channel.

An open, alternative channel. Accessible to all those who were dead keen to switch to it.

So the first slave of the universe cut a deal with the good citizens of the planet Relatively Evolved. She told them to get their asses into their space ships and to go tell other humanoid forms throughout the universe the good news, about channel 12. In return, she said that because they had donated their cosmic chocolate, she would give them a buzz as soon as she found the switch to the new channel. She suggested that they click it together with any other light types who wanted to go and they whole heartedly agreed. When Annie blasted off so did many RE craft. For the first time in aeons they left the security of their planet's bubble to visit other worlds that were less advanced than theirs. They did things on those worlds they alerted its citizens to their presence. They left unbelievable patterns in the fields there and their subconscious and face to face contacts started to alter the old, distorted patterns of thinking that characterised many of the younger worlds or planes. As a result, the word about channel 12 spread throughout the universe. Its appeal was immense because to both the young and old on the evolvement levels and the high and low of the spiritual levels, a new station was a very big, juicy carrot. It offered a release from the resurrection shuffle and the possibility of crystallising all of their sweet dreams together. It offered a shot at the BIG PICTURE and they had slaved all of their lives for their one shot.

When little Annie Fanny returned to the Bruce 777, the first thing that she did was to polish off 3 bowls of grapes. Although she'd stuffed herself down on the RE surface, she couldn't resist the magic grapes. She hadn't gone far when the Alpha 4's started to buzz her. Sometimes they came at her solo and sometimes they came at her in shark packs. Every time they tried to fire at her though, it was no go with their weapons. And once again, she shot red roses at them. They also tried to deviate her off course so they could herd her towards their home galaxy. She was like a repelling magnet however and where she was headed, they had no idea. The confrontation was beamed back live to Orion where the ruling class were anxious that the citizens should see a great victory. When it became obvious that Annie could hold them off at ease though, they cut the pictures and told the viewers that meteorite showers had cut the link. As things went down, because there is good and bad in every race, small pockets of positive lizards were alerted that something big and extraordinarily different was going down. They knew that the Alpha 4 warrior caste, that rigidly ran their civilisation, hadn't suffered a real defeat in millions of years. They'd lost a planet or 2, yet that was nothing compared to being de armed and having lovely red roses shot at you.

From some little pink thing.

These Alpha 4's who wanted to give peace a chance knew also that the stuff about meteorites cutting the signal was baloney. Many of these were females who were extremely sick of having every boy child they gave birth to taken from them at an early age. This was normal procedure in Alpha 4 society as their male children were mostly raised in military academies. The ones who fell by the wayside though were left to die or were murdered. Their mothers were then contacted and ordered to attend a genetic clinic for a check up and possible alterations. Lizard females attended compulsory training camps as soon as they reached their teens. They were taught to serve the warriors and to produce more of them. In Alpha 4 society, the women had no institutionalised power. They were mostly confined to the domestic quarters. It is not surprising then that the Terra female, little Annie Fanny, fascinated them so much. Her freedom and her power blew their minds. They were extremely anxious to know what was going on and how she fitted into the big picture.

Other races also visited Annie on her long voyage to the Boss's garden. Many of these were positive to spirit, thus the Captain allowed them to beam over to her place. Before too long, there was a whole mob of all sorts of ET types on the little disc. There were angels, mutants too, hybrids, shape shifters, time travellers, blues, greens, reds, oranges, humanoids, renegade reptiles, Milky Way beings, big heads, little heads, tall ones, short ones,.......you name them and you name their home galaxy and 10 to 1, they were there. Annie ended up the hostess of a raging party and Lah just about did herself in pumping out hologram grapes. The guests couldn't get enough of them and 3 seconds after the Captain put another bowl down on the astral table, they were gone. This happened time and time again. Those grapes were a riotous hit and so was the news about channel 12. Most of them could talk about nothing else.

A bunch from a far away world however, told a massive tale of woe that had everybody scratching their astral heads. The lizards, they said, had their planet in a vice. They had escaped millions of years ago by inverting back into their spirit forms to travel up and down in time. Not, they stated that that had ever advanced them to the spiritual heights where they wished to go, though, at least it had neutralised the dark matter barbarians who were so slaphappy to keep their race locked up on channels 3 and 4.. The humanoid types, whose soul side forms bore a remarkable resemblance to Annie's, expressed sadness because it looked as though their kin had no chance of making the next channel.

"That may not necessarily be so," said the Captain.

"If they're worthy of it, they'll make the switch. What is the name of this world my friends and where exactly is it?"

Now this was a pretty pertinent question because no one on board recognised or knew them and they certainly had the appearance of being the last of a lost race. They had a curious appeal and a certain mystical intrigue attached to their auras.

Well a representative from the far away world leant back and told them straight out that the place in space that they was talking about was called ...Earth.

"Look! It's the easiest joint in the universe to find. You just bisect the Milky Way, chuck a left at the dead centre and head for the nuclear flashlights. You can't miss it."

It ought be noted here that the flashes from exploded devices which split the atom, hang around for a long time on the ethereal planes. It is the Creator's first request that Its creations not split the atom because that is where It stores all of Its disguised energy. If you imagine all of the atoms in the universe splitting apart simultaneously, you can achieve a rudimentary approximation of the power It has hidden away from Its children. The atom then, is a super big matchbox lid.

However, It loves through two superb gifts to Its spawn. The first is eternal life itself and the second is the liberty to be any expression that the soul heart desires. That is what It did when It came out of a hell of a black hole and in an instant, in one, oh so brilliant instant, super exploded Its oh so magic energies into a universe where it was embedded like a heart in the core of every atom

Thus, from the smallest to the biggest it had the leverage and the freedom Itself to evolve. As a parent, It was karma bound to offer the same hand It had had to that which had peeled off Itself during that superb act of creation. So all of that energy in all of the atoms everywhere came through this one hell of a black hole as a unbelievable mass of pure light energy, which then converted Itself into a universe. It therefore emerged out of the ultimate compression to do a magic dance which could be described as the ultimate expansion. And yet, in all of this, It was still One sentient essence in one body. The Boss who lives in atoms is much, much smarter than the average boss though. It makes sure that any nuclear flash impressions remain imprinted in the canvass of the other side until the third dimensional beings who let them off become aware of the other channels. They serve as a warning to other races to...be very wary, because contact with such worlds carry with it the risk of mutation. And if they go the whole hog and let everything off at once, the radiations can effect life on planets far away from them.

"Oh!," said all of the guests simultaneously as they popped simultaneously, yet another grape. Now they knew what was going on. It was a bang boom world and unless they were doing the old angel tour of duty for the joint resurrection shuffle effort, bang boom worlds didn't interest them, not one bit. To them, the imprints of the nuclear flashes were like a giant sign saying ...PLAGUE.

A mutant in the crowd turned to a fellow mutant. These ones had survived the radiation of nuclear wars on their worlds though physically they had been mutated from an eye pleasing form to one that resembled something that the cat would drag in after a good scrounge in the rubbish bin. To their credit though, they had made the appropriate spirit approaches and remained faithful to Boss spirit. It was just that every time they took physical form, they didn't look so good. They thus served as a reminder to others to never judge a book by its cover, because an exterior which is the result of a cruel injustice can sometimes hide a most beautiful inner.

"When will it be universally accepted that you simply cannot introduce super rapid frequencies into slow frequency holograms in an instant?," said the mutant to its mate.

The mate didn't answer. He just cocked his head and smiled.

"Channel 12 might sort it out. Do you think?," asked the first mutant.

"It's possible," the second mutant replied with a smirk.

Despite the negatives expounded, the time trippers from planet Earth stated that many of their kin had voluntarily stayed behind to use their rotating third dimensional forms to defeat their old enemy on the ground. This was standard practice whenever ethereal light forces met up with the darker, deeper and denser negative forces that solid matter attachments can generate. What the fight was all about was that one side was saying that it was the right of every species to have the freedom to evolve whereas the other side was saying a definite no, to this. They were saying, forget your brain and get with the conformist discipline and worship the centralised vision. No matter how crazy it is and no matter that it emanates from super rich creatures who worship only the power that material wealth brings. The crucial difference between the two mobs then was that the no types used violence and a very subtle, insidious psychology to enforce, or trick other beings into supporting them and their totally mad system.

Because any system that does not recognise how It the Boss spirit is lodged in every atom as pure electrical-magnetic energy and which views some stuff with atoms in it as alive and other stuff with atoms in it as dead, is in trouble. Have you ever noticed how that which you have lost and are so desperately looking for, so often turns out to be right in front of your nose? Sometimes it's the hairbrush. Sometimes it's the screwdriver. Sometimes it's a life's essence with every secret in the universe encoded in the atoms directly in front of an often bewildered, third dimensional nose.

Their was a mumble amongst the party going space folk out in deep space. They super admired types who stayed down to slog it out with the dark illusions of surface levels. God knows, they'd done it enough times. And then they'd done the other side, time and time again. Now that they had evolved a bit though, they had the freedom to roam and to pick and choose where they would work. Sometimes they hid in deep space and carried out a kind of guerilla war against the lizards. They never fired at them or used any form of astral violence. They did mess with Alpha 4 communications though. Sometimes they blocked signals or else if they managed to break their codes, they sent false orders out. This really pissed General Fang and the gang off because they ended up with lizard troops showing up in places where they shouldn't have been showing up. In one case, 1,000,000 of them arrived in 10 cruiser ships to find that the planet they'd been urgently summoned to had been dead for 3 trillion years. All they found were stinking noxious gases which they analysed diligently whilst orbiting the world, waiting for further directives to the battle zone. Three days later, their command found out where they were and what they were doing and the muck hit the astral fan. The flagship Admiral was demoted to dunny cleaner for gross stupidity. Many others had to do refresher courses in how to use their brains, specifically for recognising cons. The salient feature of the lizard system which virtually guaranteed that this con would be successful though was that they had all been bred to ask certain questions...but not others. And it had been indoctrinated into them to never question a direct order from a superior. So they had gone, blindly to where no other lizard had ever been....and suffered the consequences.

So, the consensus of opinion amongst the mob on the Bruce 777 was that the ones who had stayed behind on planet Earth must have a lot of guts. Because it sure sounded like one hell of a heavy action world and they knew that a tour of duty there would not be easy. There would no doubt be some weird, spooky side effects and irritating frictions attached to manifestation on such a duality of a planet. Even just the toileting and sexual relieving of the physical body could just about drive a soul crazy. Of course, they also knew that the volunteers would eventually be successful because eventually, on every planet, the light won the game. The silly lizards might hold onto a planet or 2 for a few million years. To Boss spirit though, that was just a spit in the bucket. It had been out of the black hole for over 20 trillion years now and It would reclaim every last piece of Itself, eventually. It would, pay all lizards out. They would get theirs. It was just a matter of time.

Eventually also, Annie reached the Boss's magic garden. She lost the lizards because she switched to channel 5 where it was much too bright for them. Her mates also left because they knew it was her right to deliver the cosmic chocolate alone. They had scrutinised the stuff thoroughly and to tell the truth, not one of them could make head nor tails of it. It was neatly wrapped and they didn't want to disturb the wrapping because only the Boss could do that. Everyone, including Annie, was dying to take a peek-a-boo though they didn't because they knew that would be going too far.

The Captain was incredibly excited when she landed at the Boss's private space port.

"Good luck Captain Fanny!," cried Lah as the slave leapt from the pink disc.

"I do hope that It likes it."

As the cosmic slave skipped merrily up the beautiful golden path that lead to the Creator's front door, she whistled and she sang because she was so super happy. She was so super happy because she loved her Boss with every fibre of her ethereal being and now, at long, long last, she could pay It out some for all of the magic It had given her. And her mates too. Suffice it is to say then that the wee astral lass recognised immediately that there is no greater feeling in the universe than that a being experiences when they feed the Boss. Every little instance of love feeds the Boss. To also let you into a little secret, there was a mountain of love in that cosmic chocolate that the slave had on her person. All of the love atoms that there had ever been on the planet RE were condensed and stored in the bar. Nuclear flash impressions then aren't the only vibrations that hang around on the other side. So as she skipped along she polished her angel star up. She knew that all that mattered now in her existence was that the One spirit who had given all of Itself for Its children's sake, received some nourishing food back as a deposit on the pay out for Its grossly misunderstood and much maligned efforts.

This was the job she, as a free spirit, had chosen to do. This was the job she was going to do. She had now done it once and she would continue to do it. She was actually, dying to do it again. She had chosen it because it was hers to choose and she was doing it because it was hers to do. That was the truth of it.

She was naturally, smiling brightly when she reached the magic door to the magic garden. Her whole face was shining like a powerful light globe. Looking at the door she made another instantaneous decision. That was that the door was big and wide and it was held firmly in place by a couple of massive ethereal hinges. Contrary to popular 3D impressions, it was not a pin hole opening that would take a soul an eternity to find. It was obvious that once the door was opened, mobs could float through into the splendid and quite unbelievable garden. Annie had a question in her soul's essence about this blatantly clear observation. Why didn't the mobs float through the doorway more often then? Why did they spend so much time on the often crazy channels 3 and 4? It was a mystery to her.

She knocked three times.

The great door swung open a wee bit.

The slave put her head around the corner and had an ethereal orgasm when she saw what she saw. Oh! The magic in there was way beyond comprehension.

"Hullo!," she cried out.

"Boss! It's me....the slave! I'm back and I've got some stuff!"

*

Immediately, there was this most phenomenal flash of white light that super saturated the environment of that most magic garden. The white light quickly changed into a massive rainbow that bathed Annie with bright, sparkling colours.

"So!," said the Voice, super excitedly.

"It's you Fanny! And you're back so soon with some stuff for Me. Goody, goody!"

The slave stuck her astral chest out and strode forward wearing a well done smirk. They met in the middle of the garden where was positioned the altar of the ultimate sacrifice. The Boss morphed into Its big headed, one eyed form. It was a weird looking alien, there was no doubt about that. As the slave extracted the cosmic chocolate from her soul's pocket, the Creator looked on with a brilliant twinkle emanating from Its one eye. Annie dropped the package into the middle of the ceremonial bowl that was positioned smack bang in the middle of the altar of the ultimate sacrifice. Boss spirit became hyper excited and started jumping up and down through the dimensions. In the process, Its top hat fell off and It dropped the cane. Just like any cleaning lady would have done, the slave picked them up. They had absolutely no weight, even though it felt like heaven to handle them.

"Cosmic chocolate!," roared the Voice.

"My favourite!"

It leant over and gave Annie a big, sloppy kiss on her multi dimensional lips and then It proceeded at full pace to open the package.

The first layer of wrapping was a beautiful jet black colour that was impossible to see through. It was clear then that the jet black was keeping the light of whatever was inside the package, inside. The secret power of the jet black rays had been given to the RE types long ago by an even more advanced race. These secrets enabled the RE mob to channel trip between 3 and 5. On that planet Earth that was previously talked about, when a 5 drops down to 3 to let the 3's know about 4, 5, 6, and the rest, you know what happens. You end up with massively organised, institutionalised religions which need money to flourish and function. The original message then, that love and humble service will get a being to different channels or kingdoms, becomes horribly distorted until it is unrecognisable.

Money tends to do that, or the greed for it does. It sucks the beauty out of stuff like a parasite and projectile vomits back that which, because it is clothed in pomp, ceremony, bigoted opinions and ridiculous images surrounding infantile ideas, is hideously ugly. It is also so far from the truth....that it's not really funny at all. In fact, it is depressingly boring which is probably better than it being a legalised murderer, as it has so often been in the past. And as it could become again at any second in the future. Fascism, democracy or religion? In some cases there is no discernible difference. In other cases the difference is a matter of degree, not kind.

The second layer of wrapping was so opaque that it was only just noticeable that it was there. The Creator had that off in an instant. It then encountered layer upon layer of coloured stuff and it ripped into them like nobody's business. The slave had a hell of a time picking all of the bits and pieces up. It was the bits and pieces of the package which gave the RE types the incredible ability to crystallise their most positive emotional thoughts into pure matter. To do this they had to super slow down the natural vibrations which were already there. All of this stuff was taught to them by another advanced race who had the superb gift of being able to be far away or close up, in an instant.

"Christ!," roared the Great One after some time had passed.

"Where is the mucking bloody stuff?"

Then it located the core and found the goods.

It began to eat like anyone who is ravenously hungry would eat. It began to stuff Its face with the chocolate which was dyed with every possible colour that you could possibly imagine. The Creator couldn't get enough of it into Its infinite gob at once and as appalled as the slave was with her Boss's table manners, she was uproariously happy that it was eating. She knew that It was going to need every little love atom that It could consume to build up the energy levels It would need to carry out Its big plan. Pretty soon though, the Boss spirit had liquid colour dripping from Its mouth so the slave trotted off to find a cosmic face cloth. She did so and brought it back and It grabbed it off her, gave Itself a quick wipe and then gave it back to her. When Annie took the cloth back she felt the enormity of the coloured powers and her little astral kneels did tremble, just a tad. Power is awesome and the power to materialise creative thought into solidity that is coloured with unlimited imagination, is magic. The power to do this on a universe wide scale, is something to definitely respect. That would most certainly appear to be the wise thing to do. An intuitive, logical step, so to speak.

"Taste slave!," the Boss ordered as it held out a bit for her to nibble on.

Annie did so and when she swallowed the stuff the effect was the same as when she'd first put her space helmet and goggles on. It was chronically powerful. She damn near fainted because it was such super potent gear and the word here is that if she hadn't been who she was, it would have blown her astral head to kingdom come. As it was, the Boss had given her just the right amount in the taste. She kept her astral feet then, which was no mean feat.

"Burp!," went the Creator loudly, just before It popped the last of it into Its insatiable gob.

"What did you think of that taste slave?," It inquired after swallowing the last of the cosmic chocolate.

The Captain stiffened up. Not telling fibs had got her where she was today and no matter whom she was relating to, she wasn't about to start telling them now. Especially not after her sorting out session with Lah.

"Not bad Boss! It was generally as sweet as honey and it had a kick like a cosmic mule...but..."

"But!....," echoed the Creator as Its one eyebrow went up.

"Every now and again it just had a bitter aftertaste. As though it needed just a tad longer to mature, so that the bittersweet tang to it could be bred out of it," said Annie, ever so politely.

The Boss who was the universe and every atom in it, smiled.

"That was a perfect answer Annie," It said quietly to her.

"However, that was the best goddamn cosmic chocolate that I Am have gobbled on in over 10 trillion years. Even though I Am do agree with you that it had drops of the bitter in it, I Am must say that I Am bloody well enjoyed it!"

The Creator rubbed Its extended alien belly and Annie laughed because she knew that It had indeed enjoyed all of the atoms of love and intestinal fortitude that had been loaded into the strange food. It burped again and red roses bubbled from out of Its mouth.

"Haw!," It laughed.

"Tell you what Boss!," exclaimed little Annie Fanny as she collected a good bunch.

"I'll nip out and get You some more. You are going to need more than that to accumulate the energy to pull off the big one. That's for sure."

Once again, the Boss was astounded at how well the slave knew her stuff. Her instinctive, intuitive intelligence was incredible. It knew that she was reading It like a book. Put yourself in Its position. You create and create and create and then one day, from out of nowhere, from out of the middle of the ranks, comes the model that is perfectly weighted, divinely supportive and super intelligent. As the Great One looked down on Its spliced from Itself, companion servant, It felt so much love for her that It wanted to create a whole new universe for her to play in....instantly. However, even Its must build up the resources to do such a phenomenal thing as that. For this It, this time there would be no black hole to negotiate when It made the next step. This didn't mean that the next step up in the hyper expansion game was going to be any easier, it just meant that the mechanics of the technology of transmuting into it would be different.

So it gave her a big astral kiss, satisfied that at least she knew about the magic that It was weaving.

"If you wouldn't mind slave. I Am rather hungry still and you are most wise because I Am far too thin. I Am definitely need to bulk up a bit," the Boss stated.

The Captain smiled and handed the hat and cane over. Unknown to her, the Boss had dropped them on purpose. It had wanted her to pick them up and hang on to them for a while. It was keen that she should absorb some of their magic powers. As far as the Boss was concerned, little Annie Fanny was cosmic chocolate herself. It wanted her to one day have all of the powers that It had although It knew that It could only give her those powers a wee bit at a time. Or else, she would overdose and really die. At the moment though she was Its top agent because she was licensed to hunt cosmic chocolate. And she was bloody good at it too. It flicked Its fingers and produced a small rectangular card that glowed as if it were on fire. On the card was written...Have Gun Slave, Will Travel...The Boss told her that this card would get her into any frequency, anytime, any place. It would also get her out again, safe and sound and with her soul completely intact. It was....thee card....as far as angels went.

Annie smiled. Having had one cameo appearance on channel 12, she knew exactly what It meant. She was still smiling when the big head leant in close to her and whispered the name of a planet into her ethereal ear.

"Check it out slave," It said.

"Wake those lazy bastards up and if they've got any goodies stashed anywhere...grab them for Me."

"I will Boss!," roared little Annie Fanny as she clicked her heels and peeled off a cosmic salute.

The great One watched her go with a burning admiration for her fire of a soul. It loved Its best workers beyond comprehension. It loved the Asp too because he was a mountain of muscle when it came to generating new solar systems and maintaining old ones. The Boss super admired the Asp and his mates. They just kept at it and at it and at it....for It. It was holding out on giving the Asp some personal positive attention though because It knew that he was that jacked off with the resurrection shuffle system that he was going around calling It an Old Fart. None of the other boys or girls were doing that. So there really was a score for It to settle here. No matter how high one of Its sons got or how much hard work they did, It couldn't let them get away with that. It was a matter of trust. If It implies trust Me, there'll be some illusory pus and shit in amongst the beauty along the way..... but we will, together, once you wake up and super harmonise with Me, make it into the valley of the red roses...then, that is what a good little worker soul must do. They must trust It and dedicate the energies in their souls to the joint cause, which is the that the big picture, joint, giant dream should bloom like a flower. Like a red rose. Their can be no pointing of the finger at the astral Management or accusations of lack of direction or senile ineptitude or stupid, wishy-washy planning. You could get away with that on a planet abusing crazy politicians, but not in heaven.

The Boss knew that It was perfect and that It had never made a mistake yet nor was it ever likely to. It surprised It that one of Its toughest agents didn't yet know that. It surprised It that even after so long in the business, Asparagus still hadn't caught on that 99.99 percent of existence involved riding out the waiting game. The message then was to enjoy the moment and have some super fun. Exactly like It was doing. To do that properly, you really needed to be able to soul enjoy what you are doing in the exact moment that you are doing it. You have to be endowed with a one and only one, time perception which is governed by a this is it focus. Then you can see what is really living in the air next to your face. This is another instant in existence, live it to its precious, exquisite fullness. Don't bitch or whinge about it or you will miss the perfect beauty of the spirit in it...is the attitude to have.

The separation of time and space is just a great period illusion that the Great One is spinning in order to evolve. It's one hell of an illusion, is it not? The Creator in this story knew also that if you really wanted to couple endurance with tolerance, then the female was the way to go. The males were damn good work horses yet some of them seemed to explode with crazy, sometimes infantile vibrations before, in some cases, they'd even made it to first base. That was their main flaw, being high strung. That had biological, environmental, spiritual and psychological causes, yet, in the Creator's realms, everything does. The Asp was Its backbone though and he had been at it a long, long, long time. Lesser types would have been put in an astral straight jacket 500,000 years ago. So, after Annie had left, the Creator strolled around the garden for a while thinking of a really good way to put the shits up god Asparagus. It wanted to pay him out both ways and it didn't take long before It was laughing Its big head off. Obviously then, the Asp has a bit of a fright as well as a big surprise coming. It is highly unlikely that he floats alone in that department.

Once back on board the pink disc, little Annie Fanny immediately requested of Lah that they blast off pronto for the planet....Been There-Done That, or BT-DT to those who know it.

"Right Captain!," roared the computer as James the motor buzzed into life.

Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt!...James was soon going.

"Course logged and leaving the positive channel 5 frequency for the negative-positive 4-3 soup...now Captain."

"Thank you Lah."

"Was the Boss happy with the stuff Captain?"

"Very much so Lah. It wants some more. The Boss is starving, you know?"

"I know Captain. O oh!"

"What is it Lah?"

"Those lunatic lizards are back! It's the same ship that we encountered first up. Shall I adopt the normal procedures Captain?"

"Yes please. They don't waste any time, do they?"

"Crazy, violent boys will be crazy, violent boys Captain."

Annie laughed uproariously again.

"You're a nut Lah."

"Incorrect Captain. I am a computer...held together by 666 astral nuts. To call me a nut may make sense to you, but it's nuts to me."

"Haw," exploded the slave as the lizard Captain materialised on her screen.

"Well. At least I didn't call you an ass hole or an old fart Lah."

"Thankfully Captain."

"Get off my tail Shit Burger!," she heard some lizard roar in the background. Then she heard a swishing noise followed by a couple of loud thuds followed by even louder exclamations of pain. Then the Alpha 4 head that took up the whole screen spoke to her.

"Look...," he said in an exasperated tone.

"Our finest brains are working day and night to find the password into your systems. It's only a matter of time before we do and then you'll be mucked. Why don't you make it easy on yourself and deal with me before stuff turns against you?"

Annie shook her head and sighed.

"You guys...," she drawled.

"You're denser than an iron meteorite! How many red roses do I have to shoot at you before I get it through your thick heads that you are the ones who are in mucking big trouble with Boss spirit, not me? I'm just a slave on a tour of duty but you guys have insanity written all over your stupid faces."

"There's no need to get personal!," retaliated the Alpha 4 Captain.

"We're just trying to do some business."

"I not getting personal Captain! I'm just telling you the truth, that's all. I'm not being moralistic either. I don't care if you want to stay in the dark room. That's your business. I'm telling you point blank though that this resurrection shuffle is finishing . It is in its last days. So... don't look to the angels when the Boss starts cleaning out the house! Look only at where your own silly karmas and your blind, idiotic stubbornness have lead you?"

"What the muck did she say?," the lizard commander asked his subordinates huffily.

They had no idea. The Boss stuff left them for dead because they thought that all religions were inert. In their thinking, God died giving birth to the universe 20 trillion or so years back. The only boss they knew was the negative force in the air which gave them physical and astral dominance over subjugated races. This force though required a mass of ignorance in order for them to cultivate it. Some worlds in the early stages of their evolutionary charters however had masses of ignorance living on them. It was usually these planets where the lizards had their most spectacular successes. If Alpha 4's came across a world with nuclear flash impressions hanging in its astral film then, they knew that that baby was for them. They knew that it would be populated with jelly brained types who couldn't see into the channel 4 zones.

The lizards have a vulture mentality and they have no hesitation in living off the dead or dying. Energy to them was just energy. They recognised no spirituality in it. They had no qualms about wielding the rod to get it and they cared nothing for those who were trodden on or killed in the process. Matter of fact, these ones were a bit of a bonus because the lizards had a technology which enabled them to suck the life force out of other entities. It didn't matter if they were dead or alive either. Sometimes, when they were light years away from their other foods in Orion, it was the only way they could survive. They were then, parasitic vampires as well as conquerors. They had one positive trait though. They never felt guilty about anything. To go one way or the other to the fullest extent, to be a god or a devil, it is essential to live without guilt. Guilt limits stuff, that is its basic flaw.

"You haven't heard the deal yet," said the lizard Captain to the enemy.

Little Annie Fanny sighed. However, she was karma bound to at least listen to their proposition. The devil has as much right to be heard as those it preaches to have the right to totally ignore it. Unless you know the negative-positive range of what is on offer, you can't make a decision as regards what you really think is the truth of the existing business. Not that Annie needed to make a decision about that, she had done that aeons ago. She was just trying to be politely tolerant and politically correct. For the time being anyway.

"Well....first of all we'll take you on a little spin around Orion," said the Alpha 4 head confidently.

"You can meet the big boys who run the show and get it straight with them exactly what you want. General Fang is most anxious to make your acquaintance..."

"Fang doesn't interest me Captain! I hang out with nice life forms, not gob dribblers."

The lizard was stalled a bit by Annie's bluntness. It took him a bit to get the thread of what he was on about going again.

"Well...we're prepared to offer you a world of your own. You can have any one of our planetary funny farms that you want and you can install yourself their as the Frau Fuhrer. You can take over all of our dealings with the 4D dark lords and the 6D spider queens on the world you select. We'll put it in astral writing that we won't bother you. You can have absolute power there. You can incarnate and set yourself up as a rich bitch on the surface, if you want. Think of it! You could have all of the sex and sleaze that you desire and when you're ready you can turn yourself into a multinational company and creep cancerously around the surface pooping on everything. You'll have a great time! You'll be far happier and much more secure than you are drifting around aimlessly out here."

"Captain...," sighed the slave of Boss spirit.

"I have absolutely no interest at the moment in living permanently on any one planet. You could offer me a million planets and my answer would still be the same. As for relating with spider queens and dark lords, I've already told you, I only hang out with nice people. That silly crew are as mad as you lot are if they think that they can take the Boss on and get away with it. I keep telling you...but you don't seem to listen. You need to give your ears a damn good clean out! A big, big wind is coming and it's going to blow you all away. Your only chance is to immediately lay down your arms and to go and see the Boss spirit and ask It what It wants you to do now that the hologram is inverting back into itself."

"What the muck did she say?," the lizard Captain asked his crew again.

"She doesn't want the deal...," said Shit Burger in a dry voice

"I know that stupid!," the Captain hissed back at him.

"I asked if you could interpret her crazy bloody language."

"No...I can't."

"Well then...shut your mucking neck!"

"Yes Captain. I worship the dunny that you bog on....sir."

Well, Captain Fanny repeated that she wasn't interested and then promptly vanished again. The lizards raced to their gear and once again scanned for her on every channel. Once again, they could not find her. Then a bellowing, hysterical General Fang appeared on their screen and boy...was he ever mad.

"What the mucking hell are you doing out there Captain? You let her get away again...you mucking idiot! Get out of my sight! You're demoted and as of the moment, there's a pile of shit all over your piss weak record. Gar. Step forth!"

Gar did so and gave a lizard salute as the former Captain snuck away to a dark corner.

"Yes General," roared Gar.

"Gar!"

"Yes General?," repeated the 2nd in line.

"You are promoted to Captain! I certainly hope for your sake that you make a better job of it than that useless mucking pea brain that I've just dismissed. If not...I give you fall warning. The boys and I have got the soup pot on back here. If we have to come out there to clean up the mess that you seasoned, front line, elite space troops seem incapable of doing...then we're going to bring our mucking soup pot with us!"

Captain Gar swallowed and a big lump of lizard goo that had been stuck at the back of his tongue whilst Fang had been speaking, slid down his throat.

"Yes General," said the newly promoted Captain, rather meekly. Poor Gar really was at the crossroads. He had dreamed of the day when he would have his own command. Deep down in his guts though, he knew that they had no chance against the Terra in the pink disc. She obviously had technology that was far superior to theirs and he knew that Fang was quite aware of that fact. They were just playing games and it was more than likely that they were preparing their escape routes in the opposite direction. Obviously, if more of her type showed up and started shooting stuff that was deadlier than red roses at them, they would be in big trouble. Gar had done his sums and told himself that a 10 or 12 Annie types could probably bring the entire Alpha 4 civilisation to its knees.

"I worship the dunny that you bog on General...," he said without enthusiasm as Fang's image faded from the screen.

"Get off my tail Shit Burger!," roared Drip, suddenly.

Well for the newly promoted lizard Captain, this was the last straw in what was turning out to be an incredibly lousy tour of duty. The last thing he needed now was divisions in the ranks. So he strode over to Shit Burger and let fly with a speedy left jab, two fast rights, another left and a phenomenally brutal head butt. Then he did a complete 360 and as he did so his short, fat tail smacked Shit Burger savagely across the face. As a consequence, the said Shit Burger was knocked to the deck.

"Get up you piece of shit!," the Captain roared straight away at him.

"You're promoted to 3! Drip....you're 2! Ex Captain! Get your ass down to the dunnies on the lower deck and start scrubbing out the bowls. I'll inspect them at 0666 hours. If I find a skid mark anywhere in any of those bowls...you're mucking history brother! You'll be the first one in Fang's soup pot! You can bet your record on that."

"Yes Captain Gar!," roared the former Fuhrer.

"I worship the dunny that you bog on sir....."

From the third levels where surface dweller physicals dwelt, to the fourth astral layers where the ghost souls of the newly dead as well as the lizards hung out, to the fifth frequencies where the angels spent most of their time.....right through all of the other channels to the super high 11th where massive super entities stretched out their creational fantasies across the vast stillness of the great void, all was ONE. Operating like a circular time machine with each channel steps up or steps down in relation to the vibrational frequency of the channels next door to it. Each channel or reality plane of existence being completely different according to the density of the vibrational spin, yet each one being intricately interconnected to each and every other one by a watery thin, transparent spirit glue. An invisible atomic binder which ensured that all channels stayed within the same set, or universe. And on certain channels a soul appeared to be and felt solid whilst on other channels it was exceedingly ethereal in nature and would definitely not pass the pinch test.

And ever since the first spark of light energy had burst out of the super...super compression of the belly of the black hole that is attached, like a dangling after birth to this universe, only 11 channels had ever been known. The news about the new channel 12 though was starting to gain momentum and as a kind of backlash, the spirits began to also talk about one of their favourite legends. The Asp especially, could talk about little else, apart from the news about Captain Fanny's incredible adventures. He was beginning to mix the two up because part of his mob's mythological schooling involved a certain story that the 24 first born to the Boss after it came out of the black hole, knew about channel 12. The way the story panned out, the 24 first born, which included 2 super powers, one known as The Dame and the other as Sir Bob, had lived on the lost world of Pan. Pan was their school, so to speak. It was where they first came to grips with the fact that they were created, thinking beings.

They had liberty and they had consciousness and the trillion dollar question was, what in the universe were they going to do with such powerful stuff? They felt strange about being alive to start off with because in their spirit forms, having no idea about density, the winds of the universe were blowing them all over the place. Seeing this, Boss spirit made it easier for them by sticking them inside physical bodies until they'd had time to warm up their respective soul's weights. It gave them blue sky and warm sun and green forests to play in on Pan. It made the running waters, sunsets and rainbows. They couldn't get over the delightful sounds and sights. They experienced physical love for the place and for each other and populated Pan with others who looked just like them, only they were a metre shorter in height and had a slightly smaller brain capacity.

Because they were the 24 first born however, the Boss groomed them for a special mission. It gave them heaps of attention through the psychic fields and pretty soon the 24 first born knew that they had the power to bust out of their physical bodies anytime they wanted to. From then on they warmed up real quick and the rumours were that they worked for the Boss for a season or two and then they shot through, presumably to channel 12. It had to be channel 12 because no one had heard of them for over 20 trillion years. That's what the Asp was telling everyone, anyway. He had a point because in a hologram, a soul cannot die as in the sense of ceasing to exist. The energy that is a soul can move about the hologram in various bodies and play with the different frequency levels in the universe. It cannot finish being though because the Boss designed it to always be, like forever. Some people aren't that turned on by this at the moment whereas others can't get over the exquisite brilliance of the design and execution of what must surely be, the ultimate gift. Truly, is that love or is that love? To dole out the gift of immortality like a human feeds pigeons. What power!

Hail the Boss....the spirit that lives in all things from the atoms up. What an unbelievable, magical Entity.

At least, in this story It is.

"Oh! That was great Lah. I feel so warm and light and powerful on that channel. Honestly, it's like living inside love potion number nine in there."

The pink disc was back on channel 4 now. Lumps of pure, glowing energy were stuck to the surface of the craft. They were slowly evaporating, like dry ice does.

"It's a buzz that channel 12 Captain. There's no doubt about that. I feel like I'm getting the ultimate tune up when we switch to it," Lah confided happily to her.

"Did you notice those super powerful types in there watching us Captain? They were there last time too, only they were further away. They seem to be moving towards the barriers as if they intend to crash through them and invade the lower dimensions, or something."

"Yes. I've been watching them Lah. I've a feeling that we're going to find out who they are before too long. I've got my suspicions about them...but I don't want to say anything just yet."

"Captain. Remember our deal? No fibbing and no holding back."

"I'm not going back on the deal Lah. I just want to be sure of my facts before I blurt out what I think."

"Well, I'll tell you what I think. I think that you've a bit of the Indian giver in you and we are approaching the atmosphere of the planet, Been There-Done That. Would you like the radio on ? Your Highness. So we can hear the song that all of the souls here are subconsciously singing....."

"Please...my faithful machine. Do, switch it on."

"Oh for God's sake Captain."

"The radio Lah. Come on! We've got work to do."

"Oh! Tell me about it! And when we've sorted out this universe, we'll find another one and stitch it up too. And then when we've done the impossible there...we'll find another mucking one. And then another...and...."

"Lah! The radio!"

"It's on Captain!"

"It's been on for the last five minutes."

"Well, I can't hear muck all."

"Come to think of it, neither can I. Hang on a sec. They might be on FM."

So Lah switched to the FM band. Immediately they heard what sounded like a planet full of souls snoring simultaneously.

"Unbelievable! They can't all be asleep, surely," commented the Captain.

"It appears that they are Captain. No wonder the Alpha 4's won't come near this place. The joint's riddled with sleeping sickness. Do you want me to get us out of here?"

"No. The Boss said check it out and that is what I'm going to do."

"But Captain! You'll have to form up to do that. You'll have to go 3D solid. Aren't you worried that if you bring your atoms that close together like you used to do that you might not be able to get them apart again? You might get stuck down there! You know that's happened before Captain?"

"Lah," said Annie with a laugh as she reached into her astral pocket and pulled out her....Have Gun Slave Will Travel Card.

"I've got the old in-out pass. I'm not getting stuck anywhere, ever again. You can bet your nuts on that babe!"

"Haw!," roared the on board.

"Forgot all about your HGSWT card Captain! I must be...getting a bit senile or something. Do you think I've been in this hologram of a game too long? Even I'm forgetting that the Boss thinks of everything and that It always has Its finger on the pulse. The lizards must be influencing me with secret thoughts or something."

"Haw!," screamed little Annie Fanny. Her rosy cheeks were all puffed up red and she was thinking that her on board had the potential to be entertainment plus, even though it definitely had a mind of its own.

"I'll tell you what Lah," she said with great mirth.

"You can be a bit of a bitch at times. As far as companions go though, I can honestly say that I've never met another like you. Those grapes that you pop out are astonishingly irresistible. The juice that's in them is made in heaven. You're different mate. You're really, really different. You're in a league all of your own. All of that stuff about saving other universes. Haw! That's rich. That's really, really rich."

"You might not think that if it happens. And, by the way, I'm not the only one in a body who can be a stubborn bitch and great fun, simultaneously."

"Haw!," screeched the Captain as she rubbed her astral belly, which was full of astral grapes.

All of a sudden like, the two pals heard something on the cosmic radio that was not snoring. At first they didn't know what it was and then they had a joint realisation that the souls of the planet Been There-Done That, were collectively talking or singing in a dull droning bass in their sleep.

"Boring!.... Boring!," they were going in one horribly monotonous voice.

"It's all so mucking boring.! The resurrection shuffle is oh so boring. Been There-Done That.... Went to the Boss...said I'm mucking fagged out and I've got to get a long, long sleep into me...... Boss said it's your call. It's your long service leave that's up for grabs, not Mine. I said, I'm sleeping then..... It's the only way that I can escape playing opposites for the 10 millionth time. Boring! Boring! The resurrection shuffle is oh so boring. Much better off to be snoring!"

"Those lazy souls and souls!," roared Captain Fanny.

"The Boss gives them immortality on a plate and work forever and all they want to do is sleep. We'll have to sort this out! Get me down there Lah."

"Immediately Captain. Initiating descent sequence....now."

Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt!

Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt! Putt!

Putt! Putt1 Putt! Putt!

Putt! Putt! Putt!

Putt! Putt!

Putt!

Bonk.

Well, the hatch blew open and Annie stuck her head out and scowled at the depressing mess outside. Immediately, a rank smell invaded her premises. It was easily recognisable as the repugnant smell of excrement which had not been looked after properly. The Captain was not in the least bit impressed. She cussed about it to Lah as she strapped her goggles on.

"Muck! Muck! Muck!," she said.

"Oh what a stink! Poo!"

By now she was used to the spirit power in the goggles and she knew how to tone things down so that she could cope with any stink. So she stepped out into the warm sunshine of the planet Been There- Done That and declared at once that never had she seen such a run down, neglected, foul smelling...dump. The place was a being's worst nightmare. The gardens were in an atrocious state. Everything in them was dead rotten. The Captain found a water tap and with the technology that was strapped onto her face, she analysed the aqua stuff. It was radioactive, toxic and full of some very nasty bugs. Including the doomsday one. Annie stepped back and shook her head. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that anybody could destroy their own water and dirt. It obeyed no rationale that she had ever come across. On all of the planets that she'd been on, she'd never known such a suicidal one as this. The joint was heresy to the spirit. It was 10,000 times worse than the Earth.

The Slave took off up a track in search of a faint life sign that her extraordinarily sophisticated gear had detected. It was an eerie sort of a road. The trees on either side of it were twisted and gnarled as though they were super angry at ever having been made into a seed that had to germinate in dirty ground. They had few leaves although this didn't stop them from somehow heavily shading the road. Annie felt a chill go through her as she strode through some rather dark shadows. They were dangerous, particularly as they hid the excrement. After a while, the piles of poop became more frequent so that the Captain was forced into a hop, skip and a jump sort of progress. She soldiered on up a little hill and down the other side into a valley full of mass graves. Many of the corpses had been left on the surface to rot and she could see bodies all over the road ahead. Things did not look promising, yet she was not afraid. She knew that thee card was in her astral pocket and that she could bury the place in red roses if she decided to let her psychic vision loose. First though, she had to find out what in the universe was up with this crazy planet. She knew that whoever was here was mucking around something shocking with the death instinct addictions, which she herself had experienced numerous times on numerous worlds, though never to this extent.

Why?

That was the perplexing question because such a trajectory most definitely did not compute from any angle anywhere in the spirit world.

It wasn't much fun for her negotiating the valley. About the only plus was that the trees stopped to expose flat, burnt black paddocks. With of course, dead, rotting corpses heavily dotted about them.

"Bloody hell!," said Annie as she stepped over something that looked like a cocoon made of maggots.

"Poo!"

Down the road a ways, she came across 250,000 pumpkins that had been left to rot where they had so rapidly grown. Acres and acres of an incredibly foul stinking, sloppy, dull orange mess panned out on the left side of the road.

"Oh poo!," exploded the Captain who would have had no chance of negotiating the place had she not had her trusty space goggles on. The power in them was just keeping those stinks from taking her out. Annie had to do the rest and she would like it recorded that, although it wasn't easy, she was enjoying it in a perverted sort of a way. It was fascinating to see such a place because it was so totally alien to the entire spirit culture. Of course, she could have whistled for Lah to pick her up at anytime. Some things though, a girl just has to do alone. The slave was tough. She could endure and she could tolerate where others would fall by the wayside. That is why the Boss had engineered things so that she was the one who had volunteered in the first place. It knew that if It had linked the cosmic chocolate with channel 12 that it would have resulted in a stampede. These would not however have been volunteers in the true, selfless sense of the word. It knew also that types like the Asp would not have got half a mile up this sort of shit infested road before yelling for saucer assistance. Even Teresa would have wanted to buzz off to save souls somewhere else. The Boss knew the fascinations and greatest strengths of all Its workers. It knew who was the right soul for every particular, idiosyncratic job.

Further up the disgusting road, she came across a roadside stall. It was a dilapidated booth of an affair made from plywood boxes. Written in red paint on the wooden pieces was a sign. And the sign said,

AVAILABLE HERE.....DEAD BODIES AND COSMIC CHOCOLATE

It was the weirdest piece of sign writing that little Annie Fanny had ever seen.

She approached the counter. There was a dude in the booth sitting asleep on a bar stool. Her gear told her that he was two thirds dead. She didn't care. She woke him up and fired question after question at the poor unfortunate. She got it out of him that what was going down on this planet was...souls. And some very old and very powerful souls to too. Souls who are far older than our sun. The dude told her that they had created a nowhere, in between channel in the centre of the planet where fagged out types could kip...without dreaming. Limbo, they called it.

"What!," roared the slave.

"A planetary flop house where no one dreams! Why?"

The dude in the booth shrugged his shoulders.

"No dreams...no nightmares," he told her bluntly. "Nothing to sort out and nothing to worry or struggle about. No wretched evolution to nowhere and no dead boring, slower than a snail, resurrection bloody shuffle."

Then he launched into an elaborate dialogue that on this world, some of the finest old troopers of all time had come to have a bit of the old shut I. They had served the Boss faithfully for trillions of years and they had been everywhere in the resurrection shuffle that there was to go and they had done their bit, the dude professed. They had done it all and now they were getting the rest that they were entitled to. They were taking a break from the positive-negative traumas of being thinking beings.

Well the Captain leant back and scowled ten miles in either direction.

"Wake them up!," she ordered in a thunderous tone.

The dude just about fell off his bar stool.

"On whose authority?," he barked.

"Do you think that I have the weight to wake up some of the oldest and most powerful types in this universe? Because I'm telling you, I don't."

The next thing that the dude saw was the Have Gun Slave Will Travel Card dangling in front of his nose. His eyes went up. He had heard about this card, though he had never seen one. He took it and put it under a violet lamp to verify the Boss's signature. To his astonishment, he discovered that it was genuine.

"Who are you stranger?," he asked. He was mighty interested in her now.

The slave told him straight out that she was thee slave with thee card and that she'd come for thee cosmic chocolate and also to deliver a cracker of a message. Then she whistled and the pink disc appeared behind her in an instant. It was hovering menacingly when Captain Fanny instructed that she would address the troops on top of a distant hill. She retreated ethereally into her disc and the dude had no choice but to ring the great gong which woke the entire Been There-Done That clan up. They weren't very happy about it either. When many of them first rose out of the ground, they complained immediately that the sun was too hot. Then they all had a fiery go at the dude who'd rung the gong that had woken them all up. The dude pointed to the pink disc hovering over the distant hill and the curiosity of the clan was aroused. When the dude mentioned Annie and that she had thee card in her possession, the clan elders decided that it might be a good idea if they all checked her out. Just in case she knew something that they didn't. It was a one in a trillion shot but being spirits who were now awake again, they were still prepared to go for it. It was an instinct thing too, not a logical thinking affair. In their newly resurrected bodies, mobs of them trudged off across the transformed fields towards the Captain's hill.

Standing again on Lah's outside surface, the slave watched in awe as the planet came back to brilliant life. The speed of the change left her in no doubt that the sleeping spirits here had fantastic powers of creation. They certainly knew how to spin an electron or two. From the very moment that the dude had rung the gong, the atomic structure of everything had started to reassemble. The colours of life returned. The trees straightened up as deep green leaves burst forth from their perfect branches. The piles of excreta disintegrated. The dead bodies came back to life. Annie saw from her spot on the saucer on the hill that an Eden now surrounded her. As the crowd gathered , she put her hands on her hips and smiled at them. Flowers were blooming in great patches all over the valley and her eyes were feasting on them also.

"It's some blonde...," she heard many a set of lips whisper.

"I wonder what in the universe she wants?"

Well, the slave of Boss spirit told them immediately what she wanted. She told them to hand over their cosmic chocolate and to stay awake and get mobile because the Boss was shortly going to release channel 12 shares into the market. The Captain asked Lah to replay the logs and in projected 3D images, the audience saw all that they needed to see. They saw that channel 12 was real and immediately, they once again began to dream of multiple utopias. Before Annie could draw another breathe, the entire clan went 4D and returned to their massive, light ships. By 4 that afternoon, just about every solar system in the universe knew that channel 12 existed and that the great and fantastic Boss had started a run on every astral stock market in existence. The word was well and truly out that the old, boring, worn out resurrection shuffle system was going down. Raging parties were breaking out on angel ships all over the universe and in some places in space, the astral champagne was flowing in rivers.

Boss spirit gutsed Its way through the super compressed love atoms in the cosmic chocolate from the formerly crazy planet, Been There-Done That. The slave considered it a stroke of genius that It had woken up so many of Its queens and kings at precisely the right moment in the game. They had turned the universe into a super hot potato and the big picture was coming in on the wings of the generated super excitement. Annie raved to her Boss that Its ingenuity and coordination of planning absolutely astounded her. She praised the Creator for the wonderful precision with which It was bringing all of the little pieces together so that It could execute Its wonderful big plan. Well it had been a long time since Boss spirit had heard such magic from the astral lips of one of Its smallest, gutsiest workers. For so long It had heard nothing but moans and groans about the painstaking slowness and boring repetitiveness of the resurrection shuffle set up.

The Boss fell deeper in love with the new slave and when she took off again to continue the search, Its passions were peaking and Its stars were twinkling with an extra brightness for her. Little Annie Fanny went to this world and that in an attempt to satisfy the seemingly insatiable appetite of It for whom she slaved. She shot red roses at lizards and other negatives in every quadrant in the universe. She hosted party after party where the only topic of conversation amongst the angelic gatherings was channel 12, where and when and would the 24 first born be there. She answered cosmic E-mail messages by the millions and if it hadn't been for Lah's grapes, her astral fingers and throat would have surely disintegrated. Eventually, the hour came when she had been to just about every solar system going. In a conversation with Boss spirit, she mentioned the planet Earth which she'd heard about early in her travels. Maybe, she thought, it might be worth a go.

"Earth?," said the boss alien as It strutted away from the slave.

It was being sneaky and was hiding a sneaky grin. It knew that Annie suspected that the powers that she saw every time she was on channel 12 were the 24 first born returning. It knew that if It wanted to start a leak, here was a glorious chance to do so.

"Earth?," it went again, pretending to be deep in thought as It stroked Its chin and stared at the universe.

"Now where have I Am heard of that name before?"

"It's in the Milky Way Boss! Left at the dead centre, head for the nuclear flashlights," roared the slave.

Annie absolutely loved to help the Boss out. She was a real contribution addict. Also, as is the case with relationships on any level, she was becoming more like her Boss and her boss was becoming more like her. They were bonding and blending simultaneously. Indeed, these days Captain Fanny was rocking around in a tux sporting a neat top hat and an ethereal cane. The Boss meanwhile had taken to having crazy discussions with the computer that lived in Its magic garden. They discussed everything from the universal rights of the electron to the biochemistry and geo magnetics of imploding holograms.

Because It could not remember the Earth, or because It was pretending to, Boss alien summoned this ethereal cat called Josh. Josh was one powerful dude. He was a fifth dimensional magician who had a penchant for hanging around in the winds of planets. He had done many incarnations on many planets to spread the channel 5 message to beings stuck on channel 3. He had in effect been, for a very long time, the Boss's right hand angel. Whenever there was a planet in danger of completely sliding into the dark muck, Josh was the agent who went there and prepared the ground for a future channel change. He also would try and communicate to mortals how to get out into the spirit world and change their own channels, although only 1 in a 100,000,000 was advanced enough to decipher his real message. When he wasn't working though, this super agent liked to dematerialise his spirit into the winds of this planet or that and blow all over the place. It was his release from planetary duties and he was very addicted to it.

So Boss alien sent Josh a cosmic E-mail and Josh rocked up and de cloaked before the end of the message had even been beamed off.

"Ah Josh!," said the Boss.

"Meet slave Fanny. She's my cosmic chocolate retriever. She's mucking good at it too."

Josh and the slave shook auras and they were clearly impressed with each other's countenances. Josh was in his alien form and like the Creator, he had only one eye. Annie sized him up and decided instantly that he was a bit of an astral spunk. He had a hell of a reputation so she had a lot to go on. She also couldn't help but notice that Josh and the Boss had winked at each other in their early communications. Seeing as they only had two eyes between them, it had been a bullet of an affair. The slave decided to play it out in order to find out what was going on with the super powers.

"Earth Josh!," the Boss barked.

"Ever heard of it? Slave Fanny has, so it must be out there somewhere. I Am blowed if I Am can remember it though."

"Earth.......," mumbled Josh as he stroked his astral chin. He started to pace around the garden and the Boss paced around behind him. The two of them had their hands behind their ethereal backs and were moving like they were actors in an old comedy film. They were hunched over and when big astral cigars appeared in their gobs, Annie thought that she knew who they were trying to take off.

"Earth!," Josh mumbled again as he stopped pacing, straightened up and gazed thoughtfully upwards into the seven heavens. Just behind him, the Boss did the same thing.

"That's right!," roared the Boss. "Earth! I Am want to know about this planet son."

"It's in the Milky Way somewhere!," Annie piped up in the background.

"Hit dead centre, swing left, head for the nuclear flash impressions."

The excitement in the slave's voice was at a fever pitch. Some souls might worry that they're not worthy enough to play in the real big league with the real super powers. Captain Fanny had let all of that shit slide off her plate lifetimes back though. She knew that in order to play with immense creative energies such as the two who were currently hamming it up for her, she had to accept that in essence, she was one of them. She had to take the view that she was in the family and she was a PLAYER in it in disguise. In this family, she was little sister. She was asleep herself to vast dormant powers that lay entrenched in other unexplored areas of her psychic being. The Boss designed stuff this way because if a soul accesses too much power too suddenly, there is a danger that it might go straight to their astral head in which case they could blow all of their circuits. Annie was aware that she was growing up so fast with her service that she could have switched to a higher channel on the spot. She had this job to finish first however. If only they'd give her the go ahead. All she was waiting for was the word to get mobile again.

"Hang on an astral second! A bang-boom world you say...slave Fanny. The Milky Way. Yes....Yes. It's coming to me now. I remember hanging around on a cross there, then I hopped a saucer to one of the most lusciously green places that I've ever been in. I gave a flower sermon there too. After that trip though, I buzzed off back into channel 5. I needed the break," roared Josh.

"Bit of a strainer this Earth, is it son?"

"Oh Boss! I've done some time on some crazy planets but this one takes the cake. The bad shit there is unbelievable and some days you need an electric microscope to see the good stuff. Don't you remember Boss? Earth is Pan! Don't you remember that I changed its name back in the bad old days?"

Little Annie Fanny was staggered that Earth was the mythical Pan, the lost world where way back in antiquity, the 24 first born used to hang out. The bits and pieces of the big picture that she hadn't deciphered with her goggles on were starting to come together for her now. Once again, she was awed by the simple brilliance of the Boss spirit's plan to give Its universe a boot up the rear end so that a new channel could be born. Now she knew for certain that It was bringing the 24 first born back because with their power it could wrap up the game in an instant, if It really wanted to. Which, obviously, It did. And as an extra touch of sheer genius, It was digging up their old home planet from obscurity in order to fire them up for the very last seconds of Its unbelievable game.

"How come you're going around changing the names of my worlds son? No wonder I Am couldn't remember the damn place. What's going on? Are you after My job or something?," the Creator roared.

"You asked me to change Pan's name Boss. Don't you remember? You wanted it lost so that the negatives might not notice how beautiful to spirit it is," the son roared back.

"Oh! Did I Am? I Am must have forgotten or something. And did it work son? Did we have a win?"

"Not really Boss. The plan was a bit of a lopsided flop. We should have called Pan...Poison Ivy. These days, just about every robber in the universe is doing some dirty business there. You know how they love to hang around planetary civilisations when they're going flip flop though?"

"Yes son. I Am know all about those sucklings who can't stop sucking the negatively charged, psychic juices out of other life forms. I Am not fascinated by them at the moment however.

They've had more than enough time to decide if they want to come with us or not. What I Am fascinated by now is cosmic chocolate, not bloody violent morons. I Am becoming hungrier by the moment and those oh so young souls wouldn't know how to feed Me if they tripped over My left foot. So the question becomes, will Earth or Pan or Poison Ivy or whatever you want to call it...have any of the real thing stashed away? That's what I Am want to know."

"I'll check it out, will I Boss?," Annie volunteered. She was keen, there was no doubt about that.

Immediately, the other two winked at each other again. As though they'd been waiting all night long for her to say what she said. A soul might wonder why. Tall spirits sometimes do their business this way. They engineer volunteers and their projects are often full of volunteers who have not the slightest conscious recollection that they volunteered from the astral for a specific physical mission. They are the 3D sleeping, secret agents doing time in the matter zones. They populate planets in the physical form until they wake up together and realise what is really going on in the hologram. Basically, this involves as a first step acknowledging that all of the real power of existence is in the spirit world and that spirit powers manufacture physical planes for specific purposes. Or, on the odd occasion, as the Been There-Done That types did, they do the physical just to have a bit of a muck around. Something to temporarily negate the astral boredom, so to speak.

Well little Annie took off for planet Earth and Boss spirit invited Josh to watch her adventures on the heavenly TV. The Boss was real excited and seeing It excited got Josh excited too. There was excitement around the clock inside the heavenly gate of that heavenly garden.

"Where did you find her Great One? As soon as I stepped into the garden I could feel the immensity of her humble devotion to You. She's a gem!," Josh asserted.

The Creator smiled. It was clear that It was pleased that the son had recognised the potency of a mighty power that was on the rise.

"She just stepped forth from the middle of the ranks and volunteered," It related chirpily.

Josh relaxed into the super comfortable lounge where he and the Boss were sitting. The screen was everywhere around them and they had inner and outer pictures of the pink disc. In fact, they could see everything and anything that was worthwhile seeing.

"Really!," the Josh replied with surprise.

"It's a cracker of a hologram that you've made Boss when that can happen."

Josh was real aware that his Boss was super happy about the way everything was unfolding. He knew that It loved Earth beyond belief. It was a special world that dated back into antiquity and many a harvest of angelically raised up slaves had It recuperated off it. It was also a planet that was an integral part of the big plan, although few knew that. This jewel in the crown had been hidden from view from many for a super long time. Many angels thought that it was just a mythological place. The purpose of it all of course was that when it was finally revealed, it would completely dazzle everybody senseless with its brightness. And they would be attracted to it and go there to check it out. So the Boss had a meeting place where souls would gather when It revealed the crown. Or in this case, the new channel 12.

Actually, before Annie had left for the Earth, the Boss had told her that this time It would come to her to pick up the cosmic chocolate. It insinuated that channel 12 would come on line somewhere near Pan. This meant that certain changes would be made on some of the other channels as well. For a start, 3 and 4 would have to be rearranged to cope with the departure of so many light souls from there.

"Here's a go!," roared Boss spirit as another friendly saucer approached the little pink disc.

The visitor was none other than the Asp and his hosts.

"It's the young fart and his crew!"

Annie told them all that she knew and the Asp got on the psychic horn straight away to everybody that was anybody. Before too long, every saucer in the universe had picked up his signals and had set a course for the deeper bottom of the Milky Way. Good and bad, ugly or beautiful, they started to head towards the planet that used to be called Pan. It was like an astral gold rush because every soul of every slant wanted to know about the secret Earth business. They were basically divided into two camps too. Roughly two thirds of them were going to the Earth fully expecting that it was their link into the newly developed channel 12 circuit. These ones were laughing their heads off and were partying on as if all of their astral Xmas's had come at once. The other one third were convinced that channel 12 was fiction and that it did not exist. They were following everyone else to substantiate their beliefs and to reclaim the power that they'd lost since Captain Fanny had appeared on the scene. These ones were not laughing and they most certainly were not partying.

They were maintaining a rigid discipline amongst their crews, especially as they were surrounded by hordes of flying angels in their flying astral machines. No one was smiling in these red neck's saucers. They just heard and obeyed. Smiling was forbidden because it was such a seriously worrying time. There were mucking angels everywhere. They had come out of channel 5 in great mobs and the lizard types were absolutely staggered by their numbers. It dawned on them that the reality of the situation was that they were outnumbered 2 to 1. They had never before known this fact because they had never before seen the angels all out in the 4D open It occurred to them that the salivating gang at the top of their pyramid society had some heavy political bargaining sessions ahead of them. In some galaxies, there were astral traffic jams getting out of them and getting into the Milky way soon became a cosmic bumper to cosmic bumper affair. What is more, in the line up to get in, the good guys and the bad guys were mixed together like yeast is in bread dough. And the war was off because obviously there was something of far greater importance going on. It was apparently the time to find out who had the truth and who was just mucking around with crazy illusions.

"It's all going like clockwork son," the Boss commented as they watched the traffic jams on their unbelievably big screen.

"Sometimes I Am just thinks that's it's too damn easy being perfect and all that. "

"Sure Boss. Sure," replied the Josh with a divine grin.

All of a sudden like, there was a knock on the garden door. The Boss and the son looked over the back of the couch with astounded expressions etched into their ethereal faces. It had been a long, long time since anyone had knocked on this door.

"Now who in the universe can that be?," the Creator asked.

The next moment, the Dame, the eldest of the 24 first born, popped her head around the corner.

"Hullo Boss!," she said saucily.

"How have You been keeping Yourself these last 20 trillion years? You don't look a second older than the last time I saw You."

"Dame! Dame!," the Boss exploded with abounding cosmic excitement.

"Come in lass! Come in!"

Then another head appeared from around the other side of the garden door.

"Sir Bob! Sir Bob!," roared the delighted host.

"Come in laddie! Come in!"

Well pretty soon all of the 24 first born were inside and a raging cosmic party got going. The atmosphere was electric because the 24 first born reported to their Boss that they had been successful in their mission. They had met with other Bosses of other universes and these Bosses had endorsed their Boss's plan to amalgamate their cosmic kingdoms. The Creator blew up with super joy when It heard the good news. It was so looking forward to playing with other Its who were of the same age, power and vintage as Itself. In the middle of all the fuss, the Dame managed to have a word or two with young Josh.

"Hello little brother," she said as she affectionately roughed up his curly astral locks.

"Still hanging around in the winds on planets. Are we?"

Josh looked up from the couch as the others made themselves comfortable and smirked back at her.

"How was it out there big sister?," he asked.

"Little brother," she said straight back to him.

"When you see the universe from the outside of the whole body for the first time, you realise how spectacularly beautiful and infinitely fragile it all is. And then every other time that you see it again or any of the others, you realise exactly the same thing."

Sir Bob was fascinated by little Annie Fanny, as indeed were they all. It was pretty difficult for them not to be fascinated by her because the TV reception was so good that the action was right in front of their faces. At arms length, it was like they could lean forward slightly and touch the pink disc. The Boss and Josh filled them in on the slave's credentials and volunteer status and the 24 first born were mightily impressed with her attitude towards the spirit. They congratulated each other because it was obvious that the resurrection shuffle program which they'd originally installed had worked fine. The evidence was staring them in the face. Their whole genesis idea rotated around the notion that upward mobility should rule the game in a spiritually classless set up.

The universe or thee hologram therefore limits none of Its subjects. It is the subjects who limit themselves by the way they think about the universe and their attitude towards Its mirroring powers and perceptions of their spirit role or job in it. Obviously, the slave Fanny had broken free from the I am oh so limited pattern and was on the ran tan in the spirit worlds doing excellent work for their Boss. Had they not then created a mighty system because it was full of the liberty and freedom to do what she was doing.. In reality then, a soul could raise themselves up to the top of the spiritual hierarchy, if they wanted to. There was nothing to stop them apart from their perceptions of their own potential. The first step in reclaiming one's ethereal personality then appears to be to state openly to the universe that it exists. The universe will then commence transmitting the same message straight back to the source so that the real party can start.

As little Annie Fanny, now solo again, approached planet Earth, the 24 first born leant forward and touched the orb.

"I know this joint!," roared Sir Bob excitedly.

"It's the old world! It's good old Pan!"

"It's the old world that's dying in the bum these days," the Boss said jovially.

"Scan it and see what I Am mean."

So the 24 first born did. They turned their sophisticated astral technology on and looked at the world that they had known as Pan from every angle. The oxygen level in the atmosphere was down almost 15 percent on what it should have been. The radiation level in everything was way up. They had to struggle to find a bit of non polluted water. The basic cellular organisms in the soil that supported life above the soil were disappearing as fast as the animal and bird varieties on the surface. Everywhere that the 24 first born looked, there was overwhelming evidence of a mass suicide attempt by the citizens of this planet. It appeared that one way or another, the Earth humanoids were going to change their collective channel. One of the group commented that it was a miracle that the planet hadn't already automatically switched to the channel 4 frequency to save itself.

Then Lah switched the radio on and tuned into the subconscious song that the beings of Earth were transmitting. It came through in a screaming loud pitch and very nearly blew the entire audience away.

"I'm terrified... that my ego is dying!," went the terrifically loud song.

"Turn it down Lah!," screamed Captain Fanny as she ran around with her hands covering her astral ears. The volume of the projected tune was absolutely unbelievable. It sounded like the initiators of it were in spiritual agony about something or another

"It's stuck Captain!," roared Lah over the astonishing drone.

In the garden, everyone, including the Boss, had also covered their ears.

"Bloody hell!," commented Sir Bob.

"What a filthy, terrible noise. To think that something like that could ever come from the glorious old place."

"I'm terrified!," it went again.

"That my ego is...... dying!."

"Turn that damn noise down Lah!," the Captain screamed again.

"I'm trying Captain!," Lah screamed back at her.

"I'm hitting every switch that I've got."

"I'm terrified that there won't be any of me left.....I'm going to be swallowed up by something that I don't understand and that scares the shit out of my soul...... Oh... poor me....I'm terrified that my super complex little ego... is dying.....," the song continued.

"Woe is me...woe is me!....I'm going to die.....sometime...and...it's quite likely that there won't be any of me....left. Oh poor me...I'm terrified..."

Finally Lah managed to isolate the right circuits so that the mainstream rubbish disappeared. It was replaced by an alternative tune which absolutely made the day for everyone there in the cosmic know.

"We all love you.....," this gentle, powerful song went.

"That's the stuff!," roared Boss spirit.

"This old planet might look like it's being buried in shit but let Me tell you, I Am have still got some mighty tough angels down there. Mighty tough they are, those little beauties of Mine. One of them has more guts than an entire herd of lizard types.""

"You always station good, super powerful souls in the appropriate measure Boss," said the Dame.

"What else can a soul say? You're the perfect genius. You're It. You're the Boss! You're magic beyond belief. How can we assist the family with this business Great One? We can't leave the old world in that dreadful condition. And what about the loyal angels there Boss? Surely, they will want to check out channel 12. I should think after their service there that it's their right to do so."

Well only a grand Dame of immensely wonderful proportions would volunteer after already doing 20 trillion odd years of service. The Boss knew this so It smiled wonderfully and blew the Dame a cosmic kiss from the other end of the astral lounge. It told her and the rest of the 24 first born to round up any stragglers in the universe and drive them towards Pan where It revealed, It was going to hold an all souls day. Not long after the 24 first born took off to herd up all of the slow ones around the place, the Boss and Josh left for the Earth in a spaced out, supernatural disguise. It was all happening in deep space. There was absolutely no mucking doubt about that.

Little Annie Fanny didn't waste any time. She landed on top of the United Nations building in full view of the general populace and used her technology to put her saucer on every TV on the planet. The Captain waited until her hosts had absorbed the gentle pink shock and then held up a finger.

"It's time for the end of time as you all know it," she told them. Then the sky cracked and the ground shook terribly.

Armageddon and all of that other stuff came and went in the blink of an eye. No one really noticed it. It was only a trillionth of a trillionth of a second on the Creator's clock. It was a hiccup and many other hiccups had preceded it though none would follow it. Not on this world anyway. It was in fact then, the last alteration to be made to the 3D Pan.

It ended up with the Earth looking like a dead lolly, for a time.

It ended up with an all souls day in the astral where Boss spirit inspected the troops. There were two great camps. In one camp were those with a live and let live attitude. These ones had passed the liberty test. The other mob had failed miserably because they had bullied and dominated, or tried to dominate everything in their path. They had denied spirit their whole lives, refusing to acknowledge Its existence even though they were aware that there was something else out there besides that worthless dross that mortals call cash profit. These ones used violence as a tool and were even now still blind dumb to the omnipotent spirit reality that they would never access real power in their school. They had been taught straight, bigoted, hypocritical authoritarian rubbish and they lived it too. Many lizards were in this group. So were many humans and many others from many other species. They were shadow types because it was not in their constitutions to hold the light and then radiate it back out to the spirit who made it, to return the gift. Many of them were having trouble coping with the light show although they were more inclined to try to have a look at it when word spread around that the new Boss wasn't a killer. It just had a bad habit of recycling that which stubbornly refused to evolve peacefully, actively and divinely.

Boss Spirit directed Its attention towards this mob of bullies first.

It told them that in the resurrection shuffle set up which incorporated only 11 frequency channels, every body created had to have some sort of anus where it could excrete from. The Boss explained to this mob in the simplest language, that, unfortunately for them, they had come out of Its anus, so to speak. They were in effect, waste product. It then told them that It was taking all of the good girls and boys into a new channel, channel 12. In this channel, related the Great One, the body politic would not need an anus because there would be almost zero waste product. Energy conversion would still happen within the body but it would involve an entirely different process in which waste would be absolutely minimal and recycled within the organism's boundaries.

"What did It say?," many of the dumb negatives asked each other as they tried to shield their astral eyes from the razor bright light. Obviously they were not really intelligent enough to be anywhere near this particular school. They wouldn't be for long anyway because it was the wind up day. The Teacher was shooting it straight at their heads that they had to be their own spiritual masters, but they couldn't catch it. It was almost as though they had a follow the mad leader gene motoring around in the blood in their brains. They always wanted confirmation from the outside for their hairline fracture evoking actions and operations. They were terrified of accepting sole and soul responsibility for their apparently spiritually meaningless existences. They really were incredibly thick and unbelievably dumb because only a super idiot of enormous and tremendous proportions would take the Boss spirit on.

For the sake of a few short term material victories too. In the long run though, these types were doomed to be recycled into yet another resurrection shuffle hologram. To sleep for a time in the womb of a red hot planet and then to have their soul's consciousness bubble back up to play in solid life forms again. And then, after another 100,000 incarnations in the humanoid form, if they are still of the bully frame of mind, well, stiff biscuits because as sure as there's black and white on these pages, they'll be doing the same type of hologram again. They'll do it again too if they bomb out more times. They'll do it until Boss spirit is satisfied that they know WHO rules the game and what sort of behaviour It is really after. Shadows are useful, yes. They highlight the light so that those who do not wish to live in the shadow can get to the light more easily. In the end though, any Creator doing creative business will need as many as It can get or even all of Its creations to come out of the shadow and back into the light. This is the only way that It will get Itself back to full power.

Deep within the packed ranks, Shit Burger the lizard comprehended nothing. He had absolutely no idea of the seriousness of his present situation. He thought that it was half time whereas in reality the game was over and the presentation ceremony was well under way. Unable to stop himself, Shit Burger stomped ferociously on the tail in front of him. There was a loud scream and then the owner of that tail turned around and astral punched Shit Burger in the head. Shit Burger brought his 4D knee up into the ethereal belly of his attacker in reaction and there was another loud scream.

"Shit Burger!.... Fang!," roared the Boss of all known bosses.

"You ignorant, repulsive punks! You dare interrupt My goodbye speech. Fang! You I Am need but that other scumbag can sleep again until he fathoms out his greedy temper. Be gone from My sight you vicious little lizard! To think that I Am actually gave birth to you. It's unbelievable! You act like I Am spewed you out of My mouth."

A red hot, newly created planet then appeared from out of nowhere. Shit Burger looked over his shoulder and as far as he was concerned, it was far too close for comfort. This feeling was reinforced when he began to involuntarily rise into the extremely thin atmosphere. In no time, the ranks seemed to be far below him. Then he began to rapidly accelerate backwards towards the red hot ball of matter. Shit Burger let fly with a terrific scream and a certain chill went down the spine of many a one who had been violently nasty to others before the eyes of the spirit. Their anxiety increased many fold when Shit Burger disappeared in a puff of smoke into the planet. Although they knew that he wasn't really dead and although many of them desired a sleep themselves, it had still been a gruesome demonstration of their future fates. Which proved to be quite true because most of them copped exactly the same treatment. In the end, only Fang and his closest associates were left astral standing. Amongst the lizards that is. The top echelons of the military-industrial systems of the other species also appeared to have survived the Creator's first blasts, for some reason.

"Now Asp!," said Boss spirit as the remaining bad guys and girls broke out into severely cold, astral sweats. Everyone knows how the waiting game cam make a soul extremely nervous and when you're waiting flat footed on the Boss's verdict, it's sheer, absolute hell.

The haw-haw god flinched. He had no idea why he was being brought into the proceedings at this particular point. Neither did anyone else, good or bad. They all knew that he hadn't really done anything wrong. He'd just shot his ethereal mouth off a bit, that was all. Gee whiz though, he'd slaved his astral guts out for the Boss for trillions of years now. Surely they all thought, the Great One isn't going to lay anything heavy on him now. That would be just too cruel and It wasn't like that at all. It was always dead fair in Its dealing with every created soul. It'd have to be really pissed off with someone to do a real dirty on them.

"Yes Boss?," said the Asp gingerly.

"About this calling Me an Old Fart business!"

Oh O....god Asparagus thought to himself.... I'm mucking in for it now! I should have mucking known that I couldn't get away with calling the Old Fart an Old Fart.

Oh O....the others thought to themselves..... The Asp is mucking in for it now! He should have known that as high as he is he wouldn't get away with calling the Boss an Old Fart.

"Somebody will have to stay behind here and play god and angels to get the new resurrection shuffle system going. Who do you think that should be Asp?," the Boss asked.

"Oh no!," sighed the one to whom the question was put.

"No! No! No! No! No!"

"What was that Asparagus? I Am didn't quite catch it. Are you volunteering son? You're a good boy, aren't you?"

"Well...," sobbed the Asp as astral tears flooded his face.

"I....I....I.....I.....I....I...," was all the Asp could get out. It was his worst nightmare come true. He was boxed in by his own lousy karma. He didn't want to be Boss of a damn resurrection shuffle system. He'd had an absolute mucking gutful of mucking resurrection shuffle holograms. He wanted to go to channel 12 with the others and play with all of the spacey new stuff. He didn't want to stay behind as chief nursemaid to the dumb, stupid lizards and their moronic cronies.

"Do you know Asp...," said the Boss spirit.

"Many times in these last days have I Am wanted to come to you to tell you how much I Am love you and how much I Am love your efforts. How much I Am have wanted to tell you what a mighty son you are. A workhorse amongst workhorses. But Asp, you kept calling Me, you're beloved Boss, an Old Fart. So, how could I Am reveal the entire truth to you?"

"Well Boss!," sobbed the Asp as he sank to his astral knees.

"I'm sorry.... I didn't really mean anything by it. Honest. I was just being a horse's ass, that's all. It was just that everything was dragging on and dragging on and nothing was really that clear. The big picture was like some sort of mad soap opera that didn't make any sense....... I might have carried on a bit Boss bit I swear I never forgot that You are the Boss or that in reality, I love you madly. I knew that You would sort it out sooner or later. I just wanted it sooner, that's all."

"You're a cheeky boy Asp!,"

"Yes Boss. I'm a cheeky, silly boy. So....do you have any last minute instructions for me before you all blast off for channel 12?"

The Haw-Haw god seemed a bit more resigned to his fate now. As though he'd told himself inside that it was all his own damn fault for trying to shove the Boss around with words.

"Why? Aren't you coming?"

"But I thought...."

"You think too much Asp! That's why your astral mouth moves so much when it shouldn't. It's very nice of you to volunteer but I Am already have the perfect candidates for the job. Besides, I Am want you with us."

"You do!," exploded the haw-haw god. In an instant all of his colours returned. He stood up and was obviously his old perky self again. His face radiated joy and an intense, super bright excitement. There is no doubt that love is the greatest sensation in the universe. Getting off the hook though would have to be the second most pleasurable sensation known, or pretty close to it anyway. It certainly was for the Asp. The enormity of the relief in his expression told it all several times over. He was absolutely glowing.

"General Fang!," roared the spirit.

"Step forward!"

Fang did so. He really didn't have much choice.

"You are hereby promoted to number one good guy Fang! You passed the test with flying colours when it came to being a devil, so now you can have a go at being a god. You will find though Fang that being a god is a lot harder than being a devil. To begin with, you will have to nurture stuff to get the system going or you will have nothing to destroy later on, should you decide to revert to being a devil again. And I Am warn you as I am warn all of these others next to you who I Am promote to angels to be your helpers, that should you revert to being devils, you will wind up exactly in this same spot. So, be good and evolve rapidly.

The whole resurrection shuffle set up here is in place, all you cats have to do is gently nurse it along. I Am suggest also that you do as was done before you and colonise channel 5 and use it as a base. Once you accustom yourselves to the light there, you will find it a most relaxing frequency and you will need constant relaxation to fuel your efforts to stabilise channels 3 and 4. And...the best of cosmic luck to you all. I Am do love you as my creations and I Am demonstrate that by giving you another chance instead of terminating your soul's path. This I Am will not do because I Am not a killer. I Am just have this bad habit of recycling everything until it's ready to move on. And frankly, and I Am have to say this to you, at the moment you lot do not turn Me on. I Am give you then now another chance to prove yourselves as worthy of receiving overdoses of My light. Make the most of it because you're not going to get another chance for a long, long time."

Well the Asp caught sight of the expressions on the faces of the bad guys and girls and decided in an instant that when it came to dispensing perfect justice, no one came near his Boss. He should have known because point one in the ethereal code book was a one liner stating that he Boss's wisdom is infallible. His Creator was a mucking genius because for the Asp this turn around was too good and too tremendously cute to be true. Fang looked like he was about to drop dead from the shock of it. He didn't know much about being a god but he knew enough to know that you had to be nice and super tolerant of the young, dumb souls in your kingdom. It was Fang's worst nightmare come true and everybody there knew it because the bottom left hand corner of the lizard's lips were dragging on the astral deck. They knew that he liked to squash such pathetic shit underneath his feet, not nurse it.

"Haw! Haw! Haw!," roared the Asp. He was super delighted because he knew the energy load that Fang was up against and he knew also that the evil lizard was getting his just desserts delivered in one hell of a cosmic slap across the face. He was completely and utterly boxed in by his own lousy karma. For Asparagus and all of the grand crew who had worked tirelessly so that the Boss spirit could recuperate enough energy from Its shadow to fuel the new channel 12, looking at the negatives now was like looking at another version of heaven. In an instant, the workers down loaded all of their knowledge to the unfortunates who were being left behind to slog it out within yet another, resurrection shuffle set up.

The Boss clicked Its mighty fingers and the negatives vanished. They were transported to various stations around the old universe where there were instructions for them to study up hard whilst the soul infants of the past were nothing but seeds in the wombs of red hot planets. They had no choice really. They had to hit the books because so they perceived it, their very survival depended upon how much knowledge they could stuff into themselves before all hell broke loose. They had to get into things like how to stop a war. This absolutely bemused them because all they had ever known was how to start the damn things. They had no idea how to call them off if there was no profit margin involved. There were heaps of other issues that had them scratching their heads time and time again. What they were feeling strongly was that it was not going to be easy to turn the new Boss on and they would have much preferred to have been one of the ones sleeping peacefully in a planetary belly. Thing is though is that everything, every breath that a soul takes has karma attached to it. If a soul proclaims itself early on to be a leader and other souls say yes to the leadership, then by hook or by crook, that is the way it has to be when the next angelic switch is made in the game. In other words, the leader who is first must be prepared to be last in a system that does not have the support of spirit because through spirit's eyes, every soul must be their own leader. How else could a Creator breed helpers powerful enough to assist It? To volunteer to be a mortal leader then or to blindly follow one is a form of psychic suicide. Many patients in the 4th dimension will testify to that.

Well it was getting to the stage of the proceedings that those who remained on the all souls day battlefield had come to see. Boss spirit who is first and last and all that is in between, flicked two mighty ethereal fingers. An enormous hole opened up in the sky to expose a gloriously brilliant place hidden inside the hole. Everybody came together in a tight knit group that was packed in around the Creator. Little Annie fanny was there in a special place that the Boss had especially reserved for her. It had voted her ...the slave of the game. The others cheered loudly when they heard the announcement being made. Not one amongst them doubted Annie's guts. When the Boss announced other awards, there was more cheering. It took some time but eventually everyone had their award and their special spot. No one was left out and no one was forgotten and it was a fact that everyone would enter channel 12 at the same time.

Which they did, although once they were in the Asp edged his way to the front of the pack and gazed around in awe. The super excitement was dripping off his face, he was so cranked up. It wasn't only what he was seeing that was giving him euphoric feelings as though he was tripping the light fantastic either. It was also that he knew deep inside his being that finally, after trillions of years, that the dead boring resurrection shuffle was behind him. And the others too. It brought a waterfall of tears to his astral eyes.

It was a relief that words could not describe, such was the well of his joy about it. In no time he was running over the green fields with the others. The place was a huge park full of the most wonderful stuff to play with. The Asp slid on his knees into the monkey bars and tried them out. They were great. He raced to the swings and had several goes. He went from cubby house to cubby house to chit-chat with the beings in them. They were sipping ethereal tea and munching on freshly baked astral scones and the eager god scored himself several cups and many delicious scones. Next he flew to the slide which was so shiny and new that before he tried it out he couldn't resist gently rubbing its surface. It really was the finest slide that he'd ever seen. In fact, everything in the new channel was finer than either he or anyone else had ever seen before. The bodies that they were in were also much finer, although most of them were too excited to notice it.

Little Annie Fanny did though. She'd had a look around and decided that hands down the place was a gas. The lass couldn't help but wonder though what they were all going to do when they'd had an astral belly full of easy street. With nothing to strive for they might get bored or even get into trouble. So she went back to the Boss with a question or two. Some of the others who had picked up on her thoughts and who were like minded to her, followed her. The others wanted to know what was going on so they followed them. They were expecting maybe another surprise but nothing could have prepared them for what was to follow.

The Boss was standing in front of a large ethereal mirror grooming Itself when the slave of the previous game approached. It saw her reflection in the mirror and turned around, placing Its hairbrush back on the dressing table.

"Annie," It said with immense fondness.

"How do love?"

"Tops Boss. Tops. The place is a gas and a hit but I can't help wondering how we're going to find any worthwhile work amidst such perfection. I mean, in the old place we all had jobs trying to raise up the turkeys below us but this frequency is all peaches and cream. Don't get me wrong Boss. After what we've just been through this channel feels just fine at the moment. It's the future that I'm thinking about. After we've rested up, do You plan that we should bust out of here to stir up the negatives on a lower channel or do You have some labouring jobs on offer around here?"

Boss spirit smiled and smiled and smiled.

"So it's work you want is it Fanny?"

"Well...yes Boss. I don't mind a holiday to freshen up but You know, I'm a worker soul. If I don't have something that's continually creative to do, I could turn out to be dangerous or something."

"Haw! Haw! Haw!," the Boss exploded. It was delighted with the innocent gusto of the Captain.

"You Fanny...dangerous to Me!... Haw! Haw! Haw!.... We'd have to call you Annie Fang.... Haw! Haw! Haw!"

"Haw! Haw! Haw!," went all of the others who loved to laugh when the Boss was laughing. This work business though did considerably interest them. The last thing that they wanted was that they should become bored with channel 12 because it was too mucking easy. They were keen to know that they would have something challenging and constructive to do and that whatever it was it didn't involve dense matter because they had well and truly had enough of that heavy headed rubbish. It was been there, done that as far as matter worlds went with them. So they thought. So they floated there as if it was time for the last anxiety to be exorcised from their spiritual embodiments. They were an expectant mass and their Boss noticed this and did decide that it was time to present them with their biggest surprise so far. It decided to show them that on channel 12, the link between thought and creation or vision and manifestation was highly....highly refined. Here, the subconscious, super conscious computer which ran the main hologram was super potent and super fast.

"Hold out your hand Annie," said the Boss calmly.

Annie did so.

"Now imagine if you will a smashing bar of cosmic chocolate sitting there in your palm. In the old system you went everywhere looking for it for Me but you never quite located the perfect stuff, did you? The perfect stuff seemed to be forever elusive, didn't it? So have a little think about it and see what you can do for me on this channel."

Little Annie Fanny looked at her Boss's cheeky grin and smiled. She had a funny feeling about this.

There were distinct rumblings within the flock. They also had a feeling that something of import was up for grabs.

The next thing that the slave knew there was this perfect bar of cosmic chocolate sitting in her hand. Her eyes bulged out of their ethereal sockets when she saw it sitting there. So did those of everyone else. Not the Creator's though. It just acted normally and calmly tasted Annie's brew. The slave didn't know how she'd managed it. All she knew was that she'd imagined what it would look like, then pictured it with a green for go thought. The next thing she knew, there it was. In a split second, the entire audience had a hand out and were trying to imitate Annie's bar. The Boss told them that It was no longer hungry though so they made all of this other stuff. It was quite incredible really because none of them in their wildest dreams had ever imagined that they would have this sort of power. It set off a kind of panic to make good things. It was almost as though they had become little Bosses. That's what it felt like anyway and there were some formidable smiles on those dials in that place where 12 beats to the measure is the omnipotent and only frequency.

And in the middle of the ferocity of the excitement, little Annie Fanny floated there with this radical expression on her astral face. She was looking straight at her Boss and she knew that in the old system she had gone everywhere looking for stuff that in this system she could conjure up with a simple thought. It was hard for her not to think that she'd been, slightly set up. For a split moment she didn't know whether to yell her love out to the Boss or to scream abuse Its way. There was no denying that It was deviously sneaky and insidiously clever but what an absolutely fantastic distributor of magic powers It was. Obviously It tested Its creations out in the most stringent conditions before It gave them license to create from thought instantaneously. The Boss is perfect. It makes no mistakes. If It gave this power in full to evil or immature souls before they were ready for it, can you imagine the demons who would take on an artificial physical life? How terrible living in such a scary place would be. It would be hell because it would be so extraordinarily difficult to tell that which was really solid and that which had just been conjured up by grossly negative and phenomenally immature thoughts. It would be a land of massive, though temporary illusions.

Another crack opened up within the frequency of this channel exposing a group of Bosses who represented the other universes. Annie's Boss stepped over the threshold to meet these Supreme Beings. Tumultuous applause was heard on both sides of the wheel. The Asp called for three cheers for their Boss and it was so. Many shed tears because they were so proud of their Great One and they knew that It had plotted and planned for so long for this magic moment to happen. It wasn't every day that Supreme Beings got together to discuss the mutual sharing of infinite cosmic territories.

After the event, the mobs returned to the park where they made all sorts of stuff from their thoughts. They started to time how long it was taking them to do some of the favourite forms that they'd known in the old matter system. A tree took them a couple of seconds, a mountain took a bit longer. Dinosaurs were a bit of a hit, flowers and flying birds were definitely in. Annie made a little pink disc which rapidly grew to real size. It was mighty popular and it soon became the number one creation of the moment.

"Good evening Captain! Nice to see you on channel 12 again. Good evening everybody. Nice to meet up with you all again on this lovely frequency," said a chirpy voice straight away.

"Good evening Lah!," chorused the super happy crew.

"All aboard! All aboard!," the computer responded.

"One only matter world detected at the core of the channel 12 universe. One city only on this planet. All aboard! All aboard! Departing in no time at all....."

"What?," the angelic masses groaned.

"Cut it out Lah! We're finished with all that shit forever. The Boss says so too."

Behind their astral backs, many beings had their fingers crossed and were praying like hell that the computer was just playing a dirty joke on them. She wasn't though and she informed them in the clearest language that the Boss wanted the place checked out.

"Oh muck!," screamed the Asp.

"Muck! Muck! Muck! The sneaky...sneaky Old.....F....F....F.....F......So and So..... It's set us up again! Mother of god....we've only been here for five minutes."

A huge groan went around amongst the masses. It was quite obvious that they felt the same way. Even Annie was a bit down about it. What everyone was most worried about was that they might have to do time in a solid body again. A solid world usually meant solid sort of stuff like bum wiping, money, throwing up, having to eat all the time and dodge bullets and so on.

Thinking about that and all of the rest of it, the smiles on many dials quickly evaporated. Everyone soon developed a hard done by astral expression. Lips sagged in their corner extremes. They looked like ethereal clowns or divine fools in a one horse race.

"Come on!," Lah roared at them.

"The Boss wants some action! You asked It for work and now you've got some. If you took all of the matter in the last universe and made a big ball with it and stuck it right in the centre of the old hologram, it would only have been a grain of sand compared to the space around it anyway. Don't tell me you've all got the shits about having to deal with a little grain of sand in this place?"

"Don't push it Lah. We're not in the mood," Annie snapped at her.

"It's alright for you anyway. You're not the one who has to bleed or shit or puke or have love and hate so intertwined in the guts that you don't know whether you're coming or going."

"Well the least that you could do Captain would be to ask me the name of the one and only city on this planet."

"What is it then Lah?"

"It is called the new Jerusalem Captain and it is on Pan."

Within a trillionth of a second the disc grew some more and another trillionth of a second later the masses were all on board ready for the trip of a lifetime. They had loaded every playground onto the ship as well as all of the stuff that they'd recently created from their fondest memories of their former matter dwelling days They had dinosaurs and volcanoes and lungfish and heaps of other junk. They had mountains of gear which neatly fitted easily into the Bruce 777 where there was infinite room. What had moved them was that when the old Pan had been 3D burnt, a 5D Pan had come out of the 3D shell and taken off like a UFO leaving the Earth's atmosphere. It had happened so fast and there was so much going on that no one had been able to get a measure on where the 5D Earth had gone. And now here it was, the only world on channel 12, located at the dead centre of the hologram.

Their curiosity was super aroused. There would be no bum wiping on a 5D matter plane, of that they were sure. This time they could go there as spiritual spirits and never forget that they were spiritual spirits. There would be matter yes. It would not be anywhere near as dense as anything that they'd played in previously though. They had obviously been quite silly in their previous estimation of things. They should have known. They should have stopped for a second and had a little think about it. They had smelt black magic when there was none. They thanked Lah for the clarity of her thought and settled down to enjoy the comforts of the voyage. They vowed to themselves and each other that they would never doubt their Boss again. It knew exactly what It was doing and they had confidence galore in that now. It could take a prophecy and stretch it across 12 channels. It was magic beyond belief. They felt a bit embarrassed about doubting the Boss's word so soon after arriving on the brilliant channel 12. They knew that without their Creator, they would all be bits of nothing on the nowhere channel. Any doubts were soon shrugged off however. The excitement of the moment was too great. These were accelerated times and they were all super addicted to this type of acceleration. These days the pink disc travelled at speeds beyond the imagination and they loved that.

So, when It beamed in swinging Its cane and topping Its hat to them, they just about went crazy with ethereal happiness. When the Boss put it to them that there was some cosmic fairy floss on the 5D Pan and would anybody like to volunteer to go down and get it, well you can imagine what happened.

There was an astral stampede of stupendous proportions.

No carrot was necessary to evoke it. It was a pure, spontaneous response.

Every soul there, Annie, the Asp, the 24 first born and all of the rest, wanted to show the Boss how much love they had for It and Its infinite wonders.

"I'll go Boss!," they cried as they ran across the playground to get to the other side where It was stationed.

"I'm your spirit Boss!," others yelled.

"It'll be a pleasure Great One!," bellowed this one or that.

Well the Boss waited until It was surrounded by this tumultuous mass of souls who were ethereally thirsty for some more spirited adventures. It held a gloved hand up to quieten them down. Then It looked around at Its creations and It saw the shining love that was in their astral faces. The Boss was mighty pleased with these creations. It knew that the day would come when each and every one of them would evolve to become a Boss of their own universe. Until then though, It was the Boss.

The only Boss.

It ruled as spirit and It was dead fair in that which It dispensed outwards from Itself.

"Yes," It said quietly as the whole place lit up with the finest rays of pure love.

"That's better..... Much Better."