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EPILOGUE
When finally I made it back to my parents’ old home
the world has changed in so many ways. The world of my youth had gone. As a
pawn watching the movement on the chess board, I had been following the
movements of the Power on the geopolitical scenario for the last twenty years.
So far so good. But now that my hour came to get back onto my old battlefield
and write the Divine History, once and for all, I found out that nobody used
anymore the old type writer machine, so dear to me. Thanks God my sister Elisa
was working with a computer and told me to actualize myself. So, she helped me
to buy my first computer and how to use the Word. Not that difficult, after
all. It was based on the old thing. Even so, I had been out of touch so long
that my fingers were cold, so to speak, just as when you have been without
swimming for years and then you get into the water, it takes a while before you
can do the dolphin thing again. In the old days this heating up the creative
mind meant the breaking and burning and cursing on hundreds of pages, until
yes, you were on. With the type writer computer all that money, in pages born
to die without seeing the light, was saved, and the heating up, softer and
faster. Also money is saved by forgetting about that deleting manually the
words, even the phrases. There was no need now, just click, delete, and the
miracle is done.
Anyway, not only from the Word of God live a man, I
had to feed a body six feet tall. My brother Antonio could find me little jobs
here and there, and I myself could do some farming, now and then. Just to keep
me going. But there was the Internet thing. I remember that guy in Sweden
smiling at me because I had no clue what on earth was an e-mail. As a matter of
fact I saw in the pub a computer machine and asked the guy to tell me what I
had to do to break in Internet. He got the mouse, clicked, and said, “there it
is”, and walked away. Fuck me! I realized that the best way it was to plug my
computer to the ADSL and break my balls against the scream.
And that was what I did.
The guy who came to install me the Internet explained
me everything I needed to start sailing the WWW. I showed me the Google
Kingdom, typed some words for me, and that was.
Well, I could speak some English, and Google was a
kind of robot talking back to you. How to do this, how to do that, Google had
all the answers. So, after a while I found out where I could download Music,
Movies, Docs, Pdfs; how to find a stupid cow for a
blow job, and all that shit.
And as my money was up and down and I had everything I
needed to burn CDs and sell them in the street, Starbook Pirate Enterprise was born. Not that I was going to get rich, no shit, but
around LA Costa del Sol, was easy to
display on the Second Hand Free Market Day your collection and sell CDs for a
couple of euros the unit. That was all right. I didn’t need much to survive.
The cops were fine, that fascist legislation coming from America didn’t land
yet in Europe, and Spain was the Land of the Top Manta by then; mostly African
Blacks selling the Top Ten. I was the only White Pirate, selling rock&roll. Once or twice the cops bothered me, the
judge took not notice.
By the end of the 2002 the Divine History was already
written the way you can read it today; some minor changes I introduced later on.
I sent some copies to the publishers, none gave a positive answer. I knew that,
but I had to give it a try.
By the next year the woman from Brussels came around,
after nine years, with my baby, most lovely beautiful little girl.
My brother Moses died; AIDS forgives no one.
My brother Antonio and me we were doing good work
together, making lots of money. At the end of the 2003 I had it very clear, I
got to move on, and as the Wind rose I landed in Berlin, where got me a flat,
on the East part of the town, from there I registered the Biblioteca Tercer Milenio.
That was on April of the 2004. Got me a new computer and began to write a new
book, Lutero, el Papa y el Diablo. At the end of the
year, November, I registered the Third
Millennium Library, and reino de los cielos.org.
My intention was clear. I had open for free the PDFs,
but I had no idea of how to create a webpage. I paid a guy to do it for me, and
he just linked to the PDFs from the Index.
The 2005 came around and you could find nowhere those pages,
at least that you were me. I took a new stand and made my mind to learn how to
build a webpage. The Introduction to the
Creation of the Universe was already written too. Now what?
I have no friends to help me out, I got me a place to
learn a little bit, but the guy was so fucking methodic and stupid that after
two lessons I gave up. I knew that all I needed was the Dreamweaver and the
Photoshop. Having no one to show me the way, I had to do what I did to master
the Word, downloaded from the Internet, sit in front of the scream, begin to
click here and there until you get a clue what’s all about. Fortunately there
was Google to answer my questions. “What is an Index Page?” Where to find a
Tutorial for Photoshop?”. And so on and on.
Useless to say I break my balls hundred times. But I
was born from a warrior stock and I would not give up. I had to see my pages in
the first pages when you write “Historia Divina”, “sala de lectura”, reading hall”, “Divine History”. I remember
chatting with a robot, and with a guy working for the Military too, he was one
of the programmers of all the Internet thing. I guess he answered me because he
could not believe that there was out there someone so nuts. He told it plainly
to me, “Boy, write some words on your index page”. Cause that was the fact, the
indexes had just a link to the PDFs.
It was the best advice ever. I conceived the Sala de Lectura and the Reading Hall as doors leading
to my books; I opened my Books and gave the HTML format as you can read them
today.
Slowly but firmly I managed to master the Dreamweaver
and the Photoshop, enough to make of the HTML format a natural thing to my
mind.
Then came the PDF transformers. Books as we find them
for free in the Archives are
unreadable, got to transform them in Word, and then got to process the entire
text. I tried this and that until got satisfy with the ABBY Fine Reader, for
the Google and the normal PDF, and with the ScanSoft Converter 4 for the MTDT Format.
There is no need to tell that to take both webpages to
the visible internet world I worked my ass seven days a week, 72 hours in a row
more times that I can remember. In the meantime I wrote the Evangelio de Cristo según San Pablo, and uploaded
an abridged translation of the Creation
of the Universe.
I don’t know where I was. Time and Space were not
material things to me. I was alone in a room, talking to nobody, eating enough
to feed my bones, the snow everywhere, the summer a “seen and not seen” thing.
In the beginning of the 2005 I registered De Yave.com
as a table for La Creación del Universo. Introducción a la Cosmología del Siglo XXI, and became also the table support of the El Politikom. Introducción a la Política del Siglo XXI.
Finally I gave them both a strong partner with La Sala de Pintura/Painting Hall.
But to tell the truth the days those pages were born
they were only sketches of my mind. As a learned to open PDFs I found an entire
Library at my service; as a reader I was in paradise. The entire Contents of
the Sala de Lectura, Reading Hall and Sala de Pintura, together with El Astromuseo,
are the fruits of my own readings.
Two reasons were the motto of my swimming deeper and
deeper until I really loss conscience of the year I was, or where I was :
master the English and follow a Course in Universal History.
I was moved to Dusseldorf sometime in the year 2008,
but I’m not sure. Here I wrote the History
of the Devil, and I don’t know how, the table became a tree.
In the meantime my hair had turn into White and my
guitar into Red. I think it was in the last couple of years that I began to
miss my guitar, and after a heating time my fingers and my soul got together to
write songs, I uploaded them to my web tree.
Whatever, the work is done. My pocket is empty. I am
alone in my room. Soon I will be out in the street and I don’t know what’s
next. Will this work survive beyond the few months ahead?
My eyes got broken and the Germans fixed up again.
Cataracts. A simple operation of minutes. Take out the old thing and stick in
the eyes a new thing. Perfect vision, no like the real, but perfect, you need
glasses though.
After eight years sitting without moving, my knees got
shit. Went to the doctor and said he got to cut my legs below the knee, fixed back,
and that would be OK. I said, no way, this is a fucking atrophy, man, been
sitting eighth years nonstop. I need get on my legs, walk, swim, eat properly,
stop sitting.
For the rest, I am OK. Well, little bit disappointed.
I could not find a partner to work together. I had on the Kindle Thing, in the
Pay Table they said I got some money, I receive no money at all. Why? I don’t
know. If it comes it will pay the cost of the webs, if it doesn’t, well, I
don’t know.
I will be gone soon. In a couple of weeks am done. Get
my Yamaha guitar, my road sack and back on the road. Where to? I don’t know.
This was not my plan.
Will my train come? Who knows? I don’t know. I just
know that this Diary dies here. They cut me from Internet in the next days. Few
days later they kicked me out of the house.
I am where I was when I met God, a guitar in my hand,
a road under my feet. But then I had 20 and now I am 56.
I made the work. I had been in Heaven and Hell. I am a
Man. And here I make my stand.
Death made its move. I'm still alive, still on the
board, and my hands are clean of blood.
Now is of God to move next.
In the meantime, it’s all over now, baby blue.
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