The Abundance Paradigm
by Amaterasu Solar
Foreword 2024
I wrote this novella in 2008, and have versions of it posted around the web. I will post each chapter in a separate post, and link to previous chapters as I go. There are 12 chapters to the book, and I may not post every day, so I don’t know how long it will be before We get to the end.
The first two chapters provide the setting for what things will look like in the future, and in the third, the diary of Amelia Ringer arrives to give offset.
I was much more naive back then, so do forgive the naiveté. I also changed a few things from the original, but mostly left it alone. See You at the end.
Chapter 11
Lee and I bathed away the sweat of our exertions, the hike and our passions, relaxing in my bath. The waters of the fall splashing downward rinsed and refreshed us, and we languished there a while, listening to the song the water sang in gurgles and gulps around us.
At last I spoke. “Shall we return to Amelia?”
“Yes. I am curious to see how she viewed the experience of being on the Stewart Report that night.”
Amelia’s appearance with Stephen is, of course, historic, and school children are shown the footage in history lessons; we all knew what was said that night. But her perspective was largely unknown, so the diary was a blessing for any (like me) who wanted more of the story.
We pulled ourselves from the waters, pausing to dry one another with the thick towels at hand and moved into the bedroom where we found the diary as we had left it, sitting on the now made bed, awaiting our return. We snuggled in, rumpling the smooth surface of the spread.
May 6, 2009
It was unbelievable! I was so nervous, but somehow I managed to keep my cool. The repartee with Stephen went very well, and I still managed to convey the concepts in the short time I had. The audience loved it and applauded as I waved to them, some of them even standing in ovation, as I left the stage. That part was edited out, though. I almost didn’t believe it was me as I watched the final airing.There were more points I could have brought up, but given the few minutes I had, I am well pleased. The message is Bumped, and that is what matters. It will be interesting to see where this all leads.
I was given the suggestion – by Stephen himself! – that I write a book explaining the details of the paradigm and how we might bring it about. I think I will do just that. Stephen said he might be able to help me get it published, even! I liked Stephen even more in person than I like him on the show. He is funny and witty, friendly and wise.
I will be flying back to Ithaca later this afternoon and will hope for the best tomorrow when I report to the job I hope I still have.
Well, I have to clean up and pack up. They’re taking me to the airport in two hours. I must say, it’s sad to be leaving this poshness for the dreary struggle to keep roof and a flow of food. I like not having to worry about where my next meal will come from. I like having it delivered and made to my personal preferences. I like the freedom and the lack of pressure. If I could live like this always, life would be so much better.
But I will try not to choose to depress. I could very easily do so. I must find a way to think about leaving this for that bleakness, the bugs and the bareness of home, that does not lead to depression. I will think of it as a dream, perhaps, or keep focused on the fact that I was the one that got to bring the Ideas to the show. I won’t think about how sad it all is compared to this splendor.
May 8, 2009
Ah, Gods. I arrived at the paper yesterday morning to find that they had hired someone else. I am trying to keep from crying, telling myself that now I have time to write the book – which I started last night. I just needed to vent, dear Diary, so here I am writing this.The rent isn’t due until the first, and so I have 23 days to get the book written. After that, I am sure eviction proceedings will begin. Maybe the book will be sold before I am actually back out on the street. I will hold that hope. Thank goodness winter is over and I will have a few months free of freezing weather and snow.
The forums have seen a large upswing of people defending the paradigm. That is something to be thankful for. Already many people are talking about it on the Web. I think it’s catching on.
Not much else to write for now, at least not here. I should get back to the book.
“I’m hungry,” I announced.
“Me, too,” Lee replied. We set the diary aside and headed towards the dining room, deciding that lunch would be best fixed by the replicator since we were both too famished to wait for preparation.
I suggested scallops in a creamy wine sauce, with broccoli and baked potato. Lee said that sounded awesome, and so I gave the instructions even as we were making our way to the table.
Shortly after we sat, a ’bottie served the requested meal and we dug in.
“Where shall we go next?” I asked as we nibbled a delightful dessert of rich coconut cake.
“Interested in some spelunking?” Lee queried, looking at me in hopeful anticipation. “Maybe Carlsbad Caverns?”
I shook my head slightly and responded, “Spelunking sounds great, but Carlsbad Caverns is so crowded!”
“True,” Lee replied. “Well, I know of some volcanic caves, runnels of lava that cooled on the outside and drained the liquid interior to create caves, out in the desert of southern California… They shouldn’t be overrun.”
“Ooo, sounds interesting. Tell the house where they are and let’s go.” I smiled in exuberance.
Lee nodded and then paused briefly. The house asked if instructions were approved – although Lee is “authorized” to request things of my house, things like a change of location get verified with me. I sent my approval and saw the world out beyond the house begin to move.
“Hey, let’s see if Lil is free. Maybe she would like company…” I suggested.
“Sure. Call her up,” Lee agreed.
I asked the house to connect me to Lil, and shortly Lil appeared nearby.
“Oh, Izzy!” exclaimed Lil when we connected, “I was going to call you! I’m having a few friends over this evening to play cards. Interested?”
“Great,” I responded. Lee was nodding, and though Lil couldn’t see him, she could tell by the direction of my look and my acknowledging nod that Lee was for the idea.
“See you around 7:00 then?”
I smiled. “We’ll be there.”
“We have about eight hours. Diary or Dangle Park?” Lee asked when Lil’s hologram had vanished.
I weighed the options. Dangle Park was the amusement park that hung high above Rio de Janeiro. It had energy rides, slides, and other excitement. It had been a while since I had visited Dangle Park, and I adore any amusement park, but on the other hand, I was looking forward to the uploading of the diary scans to AmeliasHistory.org, and I needed to finish reading it before I did that so that I could say I was the first (with Lee, of course) to read what she wrote. That was a status perk and I wasn’t going to let it go.
“Maybe we can do Dangle Park next cycle, after we finish the diary.”
Lee agreed, and we headed back towards the bedroom. As we were walking, the house tapped me on the mind and let me know that another house was coming up on us and was asking to dock. In the same breath it let me know that it was the Horny Toad Society. I made a face and asked the house to thank them for the visit but that there was no one here interested in their gifts.
The Horny Toad Society enjoyed orgies with strangers, approaching houses at random and offering their gifts. They had become well discussed on the Web, and many chose to accept. Lee and I had discussed how we felt about such offers and had agreed that we were committed in keeping energies flowing in focus between the two of us and not weakening our bond with energies diverted elsewhere.
In fact, Cara had once shyly suggested Lee and I might join her with Tim and The Kid – they both thought it was a cool idea, too – in a ménage a many, but Lee gently explained that he and I were connected spirits and that we maintained the energy in a closed circuit between us. We both thanked her and assured her that her offer of the gift was appreciated.
So when HTS made its offer to us, I felt confident in passing up the offer for Lee.
Still, I informed him after the Society had moved on, in case he had changed his mind since last we spoke of it. “The HTS just offered their gifts. I presume you’re uninterested?”
Lee laughed, “Darling, you don’t know how uninterested I am.” He stopped to take me into his arms and lift me off the floor. Kissing me deeply, he stroked my back and buttocks with one hand while he held on with the other. I relented to his touch, pressing my breasts against him and wrapping my legs about his waist. He carried me into the bedroom, as on my fleeting thought a ’bottie scurried to move the diary out of harm’s way. He laid me across the bed, sliding atop me as he did. As I welcomed him, I thought, the diary can wait a little longer.
After we had cooled the circuits, kissing and cooing our thanks for one another, I idly called for the diary and the ’bottie came forth.
June 12, 2009
I have been so busy. I wrote like a fiend and had the book finished spot on the 31st. I contacted Stephen and emailed the draft to him. It’s not the longest read, but I think I addressed everything that needs to be addressed. Stephen got back to me on the 4th, I think it was, and sent a few suggestions which I incorporated into the manuscript. I sent it back with changes and he emailed on the 7th, saying he was submitting the manuscript personally to his publisher.That was the same day I had a Notice to Pay tacked on my apartment door. I am fully out of money now, getting food at the pantry (usually wilted produce, since most of the packaged food has high fructose corn syrup or hydrogenated oils or some other dietary horror), and wondering when it will be that my utilities are cut off. I’m also wondering when the eviction notice will arrive and how much time I have left here.
I hate being unable to meet the obligations of the scarcity paradigm. On the one hand, if I could meet them, I would…but on the other, I see how unnecessary it is for me to have to worry about such matters.
On more exciting things, CNN ran a story touching lightly on the concept of abundance. While it didn’t advocate any action, it did introduce a few of the implications of such a world. The Web, on the other hand, rather exploded with talk, about the CNN story, about my bit on the Report, about the advantages and ethics involved, about ways to start moving in that direction.
When I searched for sites with “abundance paradigm” mentioned, I used to see pretty much only the boards I had visited and discussed it on. Now there are tens of thousands! I am not the only one talking about it anymore. And this bodes well.
People are blogging about it. People are discussing it on many boards. People are saying good things – and some are saying bad things, but getting a lot of recoil. It’s amazing to see.
More and more the paradigm is taking hold.
July 3, 2009
The eviction notice came last week. I have to pay up, appear in court, or be out by the end of the month. I also received a publishing contract! It came three days ago, and when they receive it, I will be sent a check for $10,000! Needless to say, I signed it and sent it right back! Maybe I will be able to pay up. In fact, maybe I can get a better place to live. The roaches here are so gross, and I have even stepped on a few, trekking to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Uggggg!It’s all so surreal! The Web is humming, singing, heralding the abundance paradigm. The search returns are now up over 200,000!
The MSM actually broke a story about the possible history of our planet including extraterrestrials, showing documents that had been leaked that alluded to it as a fact. They even suggested that we might be genetically created by such a race. Oh, I think the truth is starting to crack the dam. The toadies are waking up to the freedom they could have if they would toadie no more.
Tomorrow is the 4th, a day important mostly to those of us who live in the U.S. I wanted to say something about that. After watching the dismantling of the Constitution by the previous administration, and the total lack of effort to really restore it by the present one, I wonder how many of us understand we are celebrating something we have lost.
I wonder how many can see the façade for what it is. How many are aware that the country, and the principles we are taught that this country is all about, are gone. That we celebrate nothing.
We have turned from individual freedom to corporofascist slavery. I am so saddened at the many who cannot see the dark facts. As freedom erodes, the double-think is put into play. “See how free we are – as long as we adhere to these few behaviors and don’t go outside of the lines.” I shake my head sadly.
Still… With the Web so actively talking about the Paradigm… Maybe the whole world can turn to a respect of Individuals of Sentience, allowing freedom within informed willingness of all participants. Maybe there is still time.
I can only watch and hope.
Past Chapters:
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 1 (article): @amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-1-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 2 (article): @amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-2-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 5 (article): @amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-5-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 4 (article): @amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-4-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 6 (article): @amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-6-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 7 (article): @amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-7-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 8 (article): @amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-8-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 9 (article): @amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-9-2024-edition
The Abundance Paradigm Novella; Chapter 10 (article): @amaterasusolar/the-abundance-paradigm-novella-chapter-10-2024-edition
As My regular readers know, I ask for no money as payment for My work for Humanity. I ask for payment in shares. Please, if You feel My work has value, share with ten or more People. This will be the only way the information is spread.
Links to My work for Humanity:
We Had Better Solve for the Psychopaths in Control NOW! (article): @amaterasusolar/we-had-better-solve-for-the-psychopaths-in-control-now
Technological Nature (article): @amaterasusolar/technological-nature
Can You Prove that I’m Not Sovereign? (article): @amaterasusolar/can-you-prove-that-im-not-sovereign
The Good, the Evil, and the Ethics (article): @amaterasusolar/the-good-the-evil-and-the-ethics
Adjusting the Truth Probabilities (article): @amaterasusolar/adjusting-the-truth-probabilities
Own What You Use (article): @amaterasusolar/own-what-you-use
Signature:
Endia – A Short Story by Amaterasu Solar
http://tapyoureit.boards.net/thread/260/endia
Quite the Opposite – A Short Story for Change – by Amaterasu Solar
http://tapyoureit.boards.net/thread/72/quite-opposite-short-story-change
The Abundance Paradigm – A Novella by Amaterasu Solar
http://tapyoureit.boards.net/thread/242/abundance-paradigm-novella
My father taught Me never to believe anything. He told Me to place probabilities and adjust them as new data come along, asking the question, "Does that explain what I see?," when evaluating data. He was an aerospace engineer, and worked with T Townsend Brown (see My featured vid on Odysee or YouToilet). From a very early age I was concerned that the way I was told things worked, in terms of government and social affairs, did not explain what I saw. So the first few decades I worked to determine WHY this was.
I wound up in banking, seeing the flow of things in the headquarters of a major bank in Los Angeles. I became intimately familiar with the flow of money, and economics. I asked the question, "Why do We use money?"
When the web arrived, My research capabilities flourished, and I learned much that explained what I saw, but the only explanations I found for why We use money started with trade and barter, which are still money in a direct form, and did not answer the WHY. Then, I came upon the explanation that these were used because, with a finite amount of stuff, it was to ensure that We got Our "fair share" in a scarcity environment, in exchange for the work We added.
From this I realized the WHY. We were accounting for Our energy input into things. And that We needed to do this because the Human energy was scarce compared to what We needed to be produced (back then).
I also discovered that over half Our planet's wealth was "owned" by fewer than 100 Humans...
I was very interested in psychology, too. And studied it deeply, being fascinated by psychopathy, focusing on that aberration, learning that They had discovered a gene that manifested Individuals who were incapable of love, compassion, caring, and empathy for Others – primary psychopaths. Seeing that the wealth was so disproportionate, and that the families who "owned" it inbred, what would explain what I saw would be that They wanted to retain that psychopathic gene. Given that the wealth could feed, clothe, house ALL of Us (and give Us freedom) abundantly and many times over, and yet None set forth to care for Humanity, I had to give probability approaching 100% that They are psychopaths, as that explains perfectly what I see, and answers My quest for why the way I was told things worked did not explain what I saw.
And I asked... If I was a psychopath, with enough wealth to buy anything and anyOne I wanted to, and given that money = power (power over Others is something psychopaths seek), would I be motivated to create a false "reality" for the masses and thereby manipulate Them? I think You can figure out what answer I came up with. And would that explain what I see? Absolutely.
Now, given that money is merely the accounting token used to account for Our Human energy, it would follow that free energy would threaten fully the accounting for Our energy. If I was a psychopath, with enough money to buy sites like Wikipedia, the media, the education system, etc., would I do all I could to suppress and hide free energy?
And given I personally know that electrogravitics offers both gravity control and energy from the aether (the electromagnetic field that pervades the universe), and that it went into black projects, such efforts to hide and suppress would explain what I see completely.
So I am neither a "conspiracy theorist," nor am I a "conspiritard," but rather... I am a conspiracy analyst. And given this analysis, knowing that conspiracies are the NORM in history and that they didn't just stop some years back, I conclude that conspiracies abound. That explains perfectly what I see.
Love always.