#it's literally a pa announcement in the airport that's the only reason we know where she was going

[whim-prone-pirate]

i'm thinking about an au possibility where karen didn't go back for hen after their breakup. she got on the flight to houston. she lives in houston for a few months and decides to go to a gay club to check out the scene after she's settled in to her new job. she meets one edmundo diaz, visiting his sister adriana who lives in town. they are Best Friends. karen and eddie both get job offers in LA at the same time. they move back. and just by karen's fucking luck, her closest and only queer friend eddie diaz is working at the same firehouse as her ex-fiancé AND her now-distant former neighbor. and he has a thing for the annoying twink one. AND HEN STILL HAS EVA'S FUCKING KID. HER NEPHEW CHRISTOPHER WANTS TO BE BEST FRIENDS WITH THIS KID. she is so fucked. it's a telenovela for the ages.

[itrvlr]

AN AMAZING STORY...

Here is an amazing story from a flight attendant on Delta Flight 15, written following 9-11

On the morning of Tuesday, September 11, we were about 5 hours out of Frankfurt, flying over the North Atlantic .

All of a sudden the curtains parted and I was told to go to the cockpit, immediately, to see the captain. As soon as I got there I noticed that the crew had that "All Business" look on their faces. The captain handed me a printed message. It was from Delta's main office in Atlanta and simply read, "All airways over the Continental United States are closed to commercial air traffic. Land ASAP at the nearest airport. Advise your destination."

No one said a word about what this could mean. We knew it was a serious situation and we needed to find terra firma quickly. The captain determined that the nearest airport was 400 miles behind us in Gander, New Foundland.

He requested approval for a route change from the Canadian traffic controller and approval was granted immediately -- no questions asked. We found out later, of course, why there was no hesitation in approving our request.

While the flight crew prepared the airplane for landing, another message arrived from Atlanta telling us about some terrorist activity in the New York area. A few minutes later word came in about the hijackings.

We decided to LIE to the passengers while we were still in the air. We told them the plane had a simple instrument problem and that we needed to land at the nearest airport in Gander , New Foundland, to have it checked out.

We promised to give more information after landing in Gander .. There was much grumbling among the passengers, but that's nothing new! Forty minutes later, we landed in Gander. Local time at Gander was 12:30 PM .... that's 11:00 AM EST.

There were already about 20 other airplanes on the ground from all over the world that had taken this detour on their way to the US.

After we parked on the ramp, the captain made the following announcement: "Ladies and gentlemen, you must be wondering if all these airplanes around us have the same instrument problem as we have. The reality is that we are here for another reason."

Then he went on to explain the little bit we knew about the situation in the US. There were loud gasps and stares of disbelief. The captain informed passengers that Ground control in Gander told us to stay put.

The Canadian Government was in charge of our situation and no one was allowed to get off the aircraft. No one on the ground was allowed to come near any of the air crafts. Only airport police would come around periodically, look us over and go on to the next airplane.

In the next hour or so more planes landed and Gander ended up with 53 airplanes from all over the world, 27 of which were US commercial jets.

Meanwhile, bits of news started to come in over the aircraft radio and for the first time we learned that airplanes were flown into the World Trade Center in New York and into the Pentagon in DC.

People were trying to use their cell phones, but were unable to connect due to a different cell system in Canada . Some did get through, but were only able to get to the Canadian operator who would tell them that the lines to the U.S. were either blocked or jammed.

Sometime in the evening the news filtered to us that the World Trade Center buildings had collapsed and that a fourth hijacking had resulted in a crash. By now the passengers were emotionally and physically exhausted, not to mention frightened, but everyone stayed amazingly calm.

We had only to look out the window at the 52 other stranded aircraft to realize that we were not the only ones in this predicament.

We had been told earlier that they would be allowing people off the planes one plane at a time. At 6 PM, Gander airport told us that our turn to deplane would be 11 am the next morning.

Passengers were not happy, but they simply resigned themselves to this news without much noise and started to prepare themselves to spend the night on the airplane.

Gander had promised us medical attention, if needed, water, and lavatory servicing.

And they were true to their word.

Fortunately we had no medical situations to worry about. We did have a young lady who was 33 weeks into her pregnancy. We took REALLY good care of her. The night passed without incident despite the uncomfortable sleeping arrangements.

About 10:30 on the morning of the 12th a convoy of school buses showed up. We got off the plane and were taken to the terminal where we went through Immigration and Customs and then had to register with the Red Cross.

After that we (the crew) were separated from the passengers and were taken in vans to a small hotel. We had no idea where our passengers were going. We learned from the Red Cross that the town of Gander has a population of 10,400 people and they had about 10,500 passengers to take care of from all the airplanes that were forced into Gander!

We were told to just relax at the hotel and we would be contacted when the US airports opened again, but not to expect that call for a while.

We found out the total scope of the terror back home only after getting to our hotel and turning on the TV, 24 hours after it all started.

Meanwhile, we had lots of time on our hands and found that the people of Gander were extremely friendly. They started calling us the "plane people." We enjoyed their hospitality, explored the town of Gander and ended up having a pretty good time.

Two days later, we got that call and were taken back to the Gander airport. Back on the plane, we were reunited with the passengers and found out what they had been doing for the past two days.

What we found out was incredible.....

Gander and all the surrounding communities (within about a 75 Kilometer radius) had closed all high schools, meeting halls, lodges, and any other large gathering places. They converted all these facilities to mass lodging areas for all the stranded travelers.

Some had cots set up, some had mats with sleeping bags and pillows set up.

ALL the high school students were required to volunteer theirtime to take care of the "guests."

Our 218 passengers ended up in a town called Lewisporte, about 45 kilometers from Gander where they were put up in a high school. If any women wanted to be in a women-only facility, that was arranged.

Families were kept together. All the elderly passengers were taken to private homes.

Remember that young pregnant lady? She was put up in a private home right across the street from a 24-hour Urgent Care facility.There was a dentist on call and both male and female nurses remained with the crowd for the duration.

Phone calls and e-mails to the U.S. and around the world were available to everyone once a day. During the day, passengers were offered "Excursion" trips.

Some people went on boat cruises of the lakes and harbors. Some went for hikes in the local forests.

Local bakeries stayed open to make fresh bread for the guests.

Food was prepared by all the residents and brought to the schools. People were driven to restaurants of their choice and offered wonderful meals. Everyone was given tokens for local laundry mats to wash their clothes, since luggage was still on the aircraft.

In other words, every single need was met for those stranded travelers.

Passengers were crying while telling us these stories. Finally, when they were told that U.S. airports had reopened, they were delivered to the airport right on time and without a single passenger missing or late. The local Red Cross had all the information about thewhereabouts of each and every passenger and knew

which plane they needed to be on and when all the planes were leaving. They coordinated everything beautifully.

It was absolutely incredible.

When passengers came on board, it was like they had been on a cruise. Everyone knew each other by name. They were swapping stories of their stay, impressing each other with who had the better time. Our flight back to Atlanta looked like a chartered party flight. The crew just stayed out of their way. It was mind-boggling.

Passengers had totally bonded and were calling each other by their first names, exchanging phone numbers, addresses, and email addresses.

And then a very unusual thing happened.

One of our passengers approached me and asked if he could make an announcement over the PA system. We never, ever allow that. But this time was different. I said "of course" and handed him the mike. He picked up the PA and reminded everyone about what they had just gone through in the last few days.

He reminded them of the hospitality they had received at the hands of total strangers.

He continued by saying that he would like to do something in return for the good folks of Lewisporte.

"He said he was going to set up a Trust Fund under the name of DELTA 15 (our flight number). The purpose of the trust fund is to provide college scholarships for the high school students of Lewisporte.

He asked for donations of any amount from his fellow travelers. When the paper with donations got back to us with the amounts, names, phone numbers and addresses, the total was for more than $14,000!

"The gentleman, a MD from Virginia , promised to match the donations and to start the administrative work on the scholarship. He also said that he would forward this proposal to Delta Corporate and ask them to donate as well.

As I write this account, the trust fund is at more than $1.5 million and has assisted 134 students in college education.

"I just wanted to share this story because we need good stories right now. It gives me a little bit of hope to know that some people in a faraway place were kind to some strangers who literally dropped in on them.

It reminds me how much good there is in the world."

"In spite of all the rotten things we see going on in today's world this story confirms that there are still a lot of good people in the world and when things get bad, they will come forward.

*This is one of those stories that need to be shared. Please do so...*

[mairi-mia1]

AN AMAZING STORY...

Here is an amazing story from a flight attendant on Delta Flight 15, written following 9-11

On the morning of Tuesday, September 11, we were about 5 hours out of Frankfurt, flying over the North Atlantic .

All of a sudden the curtains parted and I was told to go to the cockpit, immediately, to see the captain. As soon as I got there I noticed that the crew had that "All Business" look on their faces. The captain handed me a printed message. It was from Delta's main office in Atlanta and simply read, "All airways over the Continental United States are closed to commercial air traffic. Land ASAP at the nearest airport. Advise your destination."

No one said a word about what this could mean. We knew it was a serious situation and we needed to find terra firma quickly. The captain determined that the nearest airport was 400 miles behind us in Gander, New Foundland.

He requested approval for a route change from the Canadian traffic controller and approval was granted immediately -- no questions asked. We found out later, of course, why there was no hesitation in approving our request.

While the flight crew prepared the airplane for landing, another message arrived from Atlanta telling us about some terrorist activity in the New York area. A few minutes later word came in about the hijackings.

We decided to LIE to the passengers while we were still in the air. We told them the plane had a simple instrument problem and that we needed to land at the nearest airport in Gander , New Foundland, to have it checked out.

We promised to give more information after landing in Gander .. There was much grumbling among the passengers, but that's nothing new! Forty minutes later, we landed in Gander. Local time at Gander was 12:30 PM .... that's 11:00 AM EST.

There were already about 20 other airplanes on the ground from all over the world that had taken this detour on their way to the US.

After we parked on the ramp, the captain made the following announcement: "Ladies and gentlemen, you must be wondering if all these airplanes around us have the same instrument problem as we have. The reality is that we are here for another reason."

Then he went on to explain the little bit we knew about the situation in the US. There were loud gasps and stares of disbelief. The captain informed passengers that Ground control in Gander told us to stay put.

The Canadian Government was in charge of our situation and no one was allowed to get off the aircraft. No one on the ground was allowed to come near any of the air crafts. Only airport police would come around periodically, look us over and go on to the next airplane.

In the next hour or so more planes landed and Gander ended up with 53 airplanes from all over the world, 27 of which were US commercial jets.

Meanwhile, bits of news started to come in over the aircraft radio and for the first time we learned that airplanes were flown into the World Trade Center in New York and into the Pentagon in DC.

People were trying to use their cell phones, but were unable to connect due to a different cell system in Canada . Some did get through, but were only able to get to the Canadian operator who would tell them that the lines to the U.S. were either blocked or jammed.

Sometime in the evening the news filtered to us that the World Trade Center buildings had collapsed and that a fourth hijacking had resulted in a crash. By now the passengers were emotionally and physically exhausted, not to mention frightened, but everyone stayed amazingly calm.

We had only to look out the window at the 52 other stranded aircraft to realize that we were not the only ones in this predicament.

We had been told earlier that they would be allowing people off the planes one plane at a time. At 6 PM, Gander airport told us that our turn to deplane would be 11 am the next morning.

Passengers were not happy, but they simply resigned themselves to this news without much noise and started to prepare themselves to spend the night on the airplane.

Gander had promised us medical attention, if needed, water, and lavatory servicing.

And they were true to their word.

Fortunately we had no medical situations to worry about. We did have a young lady who was 33 weeks into her pregnancy. We took REALLY good care of her. The night passed without incident despite the uncomfortable sleeping arrangements.

About 10:30 on the morning of the 12th a convoy of school buses showed up. We got off the plane and were taken to the terminal where we went through Immigration and Customs and then had to register with the Red Cross.

After that we (the crew) were separated from the passengers and were taken in vans to a small hotel. We had no idea where our passengers were going. We learned from the Red Cross that the town of Gander has a population of 10,400 people and they had about 10,500 passengers to take care of from all the airplanes that were forced into Gander!

We were told to just relax at the hotel and we would be contacted when the US airports opened again, but not to expect that call for a while.

We found out the total scope of the terror back home only after getting to our hotel and turning on the TV, 24 hours after it all started.

Meanwhile, we had lots of time on our hands and found that the people of Gander were extremely friendly. They started calling us the "plane people." We enjoyed their hospitality, explored the town of Gander and ended up having a pretty good time.

Two days later, we got that call and were taken back to the Gander airport. Back on the plane, we were reunited with the passengers and found out what they had been doing for the past two days.

What we found out was incredible.....

Gander and all the surrounding communities (within about a 75 Kilometer radius) had closed all high schools, meeting halls, lodges, and any other large gathering places. They converted all these facilities to mass lodging areas for all the stranded travelers.

Some had cots set up, some had mats with sleeping bags and pillows set up.

ALL the high school students were required to volunteer theirtime to take care of the "guests."

Our 218 passengers ended up in a town called Lewisporte, about 45 kilometers from Gander where they were put up in a high school. If any women wanted to be in a women-only facility, that was arranged.

Families were kept together. All the elderly passengers were taken to private homes.

Remember that young pregnant lady? She was put up in a private home right across the street from a 24-hour Urgent Care facility.There was a dentist on call and both male and female nurses remained with the crowd for the duration.

Phone calls and e-mails to the U.S. and around the world were available to everyone once a day. During the day, passengers were offered "Excursion" trips.

Some people went on boat cruises of the lakes and harbors. Some went for hikes in the local forests.

Local bakeries stayed open to make fresh bread for the guests.

Food was prepared by all the residents and brought to the schools. People were driven to restaurants of their choice and offered wonderful meals. Everyone was given tokens for local laundry mats to wash their clothes, since luggage was still on the aircraft.

In other words, every single need was met for those stranded travelers.

Passengers were crying while telling us these stories. Finally, when they were told that U.S. airports had reopened, they were delivered to the airport right on time and without a single passenger missing or late. The local Red Cross had all the information about thewhereabouts of each and every passenger and knew

which plane they needed to be on and when all the planes were leaving. They coordinated everything beautifully.

It was absolutely incredible.

When passengers came on board, it was like they had been on a cruise. Everyone knew each other by name. They were swapping stories of their stay, impressing each other with who had the better time. Our flight back to Atlanta looked like a chartered party flight. The crew just stayed out of their way. It was mind-boggling.

Passengers had totally bonded and were calling each other by their first names, exchanging phone numbers, addresses, and email addresses.

And then a very unusual thing happened.

One of our passengers approached me and asked if he could make an announcement over the PA system. We never, ever allow that. But this time was different. I said "of course" and handed him the mike. He picked up the PA and reminded everyone about what they had just gone through in the last few days.

He reminded them of the hospitality they had received at the hands of total strangers.

He continued by saying that he would like to do something in return for the good folks of Lewisporte.

"He said he was going to set up a Trust Fund under the name of DELTA 15 (our flight number). The purpose of the trust fund is to provide college scholarships for the high school students of Lewisporte.

He asked for donations of any amount from his fellow travelers. When the paper with donations got back to us with the amounts, names, phone numbers and addresses, the total was for more than $14,000!

"The gentleman, a MD from Virginia , promised to match the donations and to start the administrative work on the scholarship. He also said that he would forward this proposal to Delta Corporate and ask them to donate as well.

As I write this account, the trust fund is at more than $1.5 million and has assisted 134 students in college education.

"I just wanted to share this story because we need good stories right now. It gives me a little bit of hope to know that some people in a faraway place were kind to some strangers who literally dropped in on them.

It reminds me how much good there is in the world."

"In spite of all the rotten things we see going on in today's world this story confirms that there are still a lot of good people in the world and when things get bad, they will come forward.

*This is one of those stories that need to be shared. Please do so...*

[debajitb]

AN AMAZING STORY - You Need To Know

AN AMAZING STORY...during 9/11 attack on World Trade Center

This is one of those stories that need to be shared.

Here is an amazing story from a flight attendant on Delta Flight 15, written following 9-11 (this was forwarded to me by a friend):

On the morning of  Tuesday, September 11, we were about 5 hours out of Frankfurt, flying over the North Atlantic .

All of a sudden the curtains parted and I was told to go to the cockpit, immediately, to see the captain. As soon as I got there I noticed that the crew had that "All Business" look on their faces. The captain handed me a printed message. It was from Delta's main office in Atlanta and simply read, "All airways over the Continental United States are closed to commercial air traffic. Land ASAP at the nearest airport. Advise your destination."

No one said a word about what this could mean. We knew it was a serious situation and we needed to find terra firma quickly. The captain determined that the nearest airport was 400 miles behind us in Gander, New Foundland.

He requested approval for a route change from the Canadian traffic controller and approval was granted immediately -- no questions asked. We found out later, of course, why there was no hesitation in approving  our request.

While the flight crew prepared the airplane for landing, another message arrived from Atlanta telling us about some terrorist activity in the New York area. A few minutes later word came in about the  hijackings.

We decided to LIE to the passengers while we were still in the  air. We told them the plane had a simple instrument problem and that we  needed to land at the nearest airport in Gander , New Foundland, to have  it checked out.

We promised to give more information after landing in Gander .. There was much grumbling among the passengers, but that's nothing new! Forty minutes later, we landed in Gander. Local time at Gander was 12:30 PM .... that's 11:00 AM EST.

There were already about 20 other airplanes on the ground from all over the world that had taken this detour on their way to the US.

After we parked on the ramp, the captain made the following announcement: "Ladies and gentlemen, you must be wondering if all these airplanes around us have the same instrument problem as we have. The reality is that we are here for another reason."

Then he went on to explain the little bit we knew about the situation in the US. There were loud gasps and stares of disbelief. The captain informed passengers that Ground control in Gander told us to stay put.

The Canadian Government was in charge of our situation and no one was allowed to get off the aircraft. No one on the ground was allowed to come near any of the air crafts. Only airport police would come  around periodically, look us over and go on to the next airplane.

In  the next hour or so more planes landed and Gander ended up with 53 airplanes from all over the world, 27 of which were US commercial jets.

Meanwhile, bits of news started to come in over the aircraft radio and for the first time we learned that airplanes were flown into the World Trade Center in New York and into the Pentagon in DC.

People were  trying to use their cell phones, but were unable to connect due  to a different cell system in Canada . Some did get through, but were only able to get to the Canadian operator who would tell them that  the lines to the U.S. were either blocked or jammed.

Sometime in the evening the news filtered to us that the World Trade Center buildings had collapsed and that a fourth hijacking had resulted in a crash. By now the passengers were emotionally and physically exhausted, not to mention frightened, but everyone stayed amazingly calm.

We had only to look out the window at the 52 other stranded aircraft to realize that we were not the only ones in this predicament.

We had been told earlier that they would be allowing people off the planes one plane at a time. At 6 PM, Gander airport told us that our turn to deplane would be 11 am the next morning.

Passengers were  not happy, but they simply resigned themselves to this news without  much noise and started to prepare themselves to spend the night on the  airplane.

Gander had promised us medical attention, if needed, water, and lavatory servicing.

And they were true to their word.

Fortunately we had no medical situations to worry about. We did have a young lady who was 33 weeks into her pregnancy. We took REALLY good care of  her. The night passed without incident despite the uncomfortable sleeping  arrangements.

About 10:30 on the morning of the 12th a convoy of school buses showed up. We got off the plane and were taken to the terminal where we  went through Immigration and Customs and then had to register with  the Red Cross.

After that we (the crew) were separated from the passengers and were taken in vans to a small hotel. We had no idea where our passengers were going. We learned from the Red Cross that the town of  Gander has a population of 10,400 people and they had about 10,500 passengers  to take care of from all the airplanes that were forced into  Gander!

We were told to just relax at the hotel and we would be contacted  when the US airports opened again, but not to expect that call for a  while.

We found out the total scope of the terror back home only after getting to our hotel and turning on the TV, 24 hours after it all started.

Meanwhile, we had lots of time on our hands and found that the people of Gander were extremely friendly. They started calling us the "plane people." We enjoyed their hospitality, explored the town of Gander and  ended up having a pretty good time.

Two days later, we got that call and were taken back to the Gander airport. Back on the plane, we were reunited with the passengers and found out what they had been doing for the past two days.

What we found out was incredible.....

Gander and all the surrounding communities (within about a 75 Kilometer radius) had closed all high schools, meeting halls, lodges, and any other large gathering places. They converted all these facilities to mass lodging areas for all the stranded travelers.

Some had cots set up, some had mats with sleeping bags and pillows  set up.

ALL the high school students were required to volunteer their time to take care of the "guests."

Our 218 passengers ended up in a town  called Lewisporte, about 45 kilometers from Gander where they were put up in a high school. If any women wanted to be in a women-only facility,  that was arranged.

Families were kept together. All the elderly  passengers were taken to private homes.

Remember that young pregnant lady? She was put up in a private home right across the street from a 24-hour Urgent Care facility.There was a dentist on call and both male and female nurses remained with  the crowd for the duration.

Phone calls and e-mails to the U.S. and around the world were available to everyone once a day. During the day, passengers were offered  "Excursion" trips. Some people went on boat cruises of the lakes  and harbors. Some went for hikes in the local forests.

Local bakeries  stayed open to make fresh bread for the guests.

Food was prepared by all the residents and brought to the schools. People were driven to restaurants of their choice and offered  wonderful meals. Everyone was given tokens for local laundry mats to wash their clothes, since luggage was still on the aircraft.

In other  words, every single need was met for those stranded travelers.

Passengers were crying while telling us these stories. Finally, when they were told that U.S. airports had reopened, they were delivered to the airport right on time and without a single passenger missing  or late. The local Red Cross had all the information about the whereabouts of each and every passenger and knew which plane they needed to  be on and when all the planes were leaving. They coordinated everything  beautifully.

It was absolutely incredible.

When passengers came on board, it was like they had been on a cruise. Everyone knew each other by name. They were swapping stories of their stay, impressing each other with who had the better time. Our flight back to Atlanta looked like a chartered party flight. The crew just stayed out of their way. It was mind-boggling.

Passengers had totally bonded and were calling each other by their first names, exchanging phone numbers, addresses, and email addresses.

And then a very unusual thing happened.

One of our passengers approached me and asked if he could make an announcement over the PA system. We never, ever allow that. But this time was different. I said "of course" and handed him the mike. He picked up the PA and reminded everyone about what they had just  gone through in the last few days. He reminded them of the hospitality they had received at the hands of total strangers.

He continued by  saying that he would like to do something in return for the good folks  of Lewisporte.

"He said he was going to set up a Trust Fund under the name of DELTA 15 (our flight number). The purpose of the trust fund is to provide  college scholarships for the high school students of Lewisporte.

He asked for donations of any amount from his fellow travelers. When the paper with donations got back to us with the amounts, names,  phone numbers and addresses, the total was for more than $14,000!

"The gentleman, a MD from Virginia , promised to match the donations and to start the administrative work on the scholarship. He also  said that he would forward this proposal to Delta Corporate and ask them to  donate as well.

As I write this account, the trust fund is at more than $1.5 million and has assisted 134 students in college education.

"I just wanted to share this story because we need good stories right now. It gives me a little bit of hope to know that some people in a faraway place were kind to some strangers who literally dropped in on them.

It reminds me how much good there is in the world."

"In spite of all the rotten things we see going on in today's world this story confirms that there are still a lot of good people in the world and when things get bad, they will come forward.

Now you will be 100% sure why I made the comment in the beginning: “This is one of those stories that need to be shared”.

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/delta-flight-15-true-story-human-face-911-when-world-came-jp-louis/

Published by : JP Louis - President & CEO, JPL International             (September 11, 2016)

https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/gander-housed-stranded-passengers/

http://buhalis.blogspot.com/2020/09/delta-15-about-resilience-leadership.html

From Social Media - full credit goes to the respected unknown creator. Thank You.

[sagastar-blog]

MemoToTheMeaVeTarusssss uuuuss sssss hissSSS[ 3.1, “The Tape Unwinds for a Moment”

This announcement just made for those aboard SpaceShip Earth, at 6:13 CNJ Standard Time on Sunday December 3, 2017: DINNER WILL BE SERVED PROMPTLY BEFORE THE START OF THE SHOW, LIKE, EVERYNIGHT WE PROMISE, ammMMMaterATsu WHISPERED GENTLY TO GAIA. YOU are aboard Amida Airlines Flight 3858 with service to Chicago direct from Newark International Airport. The year is 2009 and we are heading home to the windy city on tonight’s episode of Epic “Jeff Nostalgia!” Hooooray! Gaia has puppet she calls Daddy, but it’s best not to describe what kind of puppet this is. Let’s just say it runs on batteries and is made with sleek lines. 

This is how we sleep. In a crumpled up little pile! Jeff curled up Lucius in a ball and wrestled him to the cushion of the BKCS car’s bland, yet sceptic interior. Lloyd seems to have stolen an honor that was supposed to go to a guy like Liam from Oasis, but in a much more abstract way than in the Lloyd/Dude from the Shins/Black Keys, do you know what I mean? Like, sometimes they send me people based on race, language, ethnicity, or some other politically correct reason, or they’re making some political statement or following some incredibly insulting principle. But sometimes they send people who are actual people...I can’t make distinctions between all of you at every level. Not quite yet. However, I think it would be a lot easier if you’d just admit that we all sleep in a pile and you should get comfortable with me by, you know, treating me like someone who matters in....I dunno...the context of world history? 

Jeff makes an aside: (Seriously, guys cut that shit out. Your ‘social conduct” algorhythms are all off and your pedagogy is beyond hubris, AND they have been since Day 1. You treat me like I’m supposed to learn something from you? My interactions with people will not continue to be reduced to awkward exchanges in which I feel terrible for accidentally insulting someone on a profound level. You cannot deprive me of genuine interactions with people. You need to put me in an environment in which people know who and what I am and recognize me as who and what I am.)

Gaia: And without further ado, here is the playlist for our world tour, which should have been Phase 1 of The Denebolization of Planet Earth...in other words, yeah, something that should have been done years ago, not several years after my ilLumination. We’re extremely bitter about this.

Jeff:  But happy to have the following tour all mapped out! So glad you can be on board AmidaAirlines Flight 389r57 here, Lucius the Pilot at the helm, as always; Jeff and Gaia in the copilot’s chair, let’s just say they’re tired and underworked. Now! We begin with Neil Young with, Everybody Knows This is Nowhere.”

In Copernamici, you see, music is very important. You have to worship the cosmos in pure form, and although sight is primary, it’s really music, not math, that is the true language of the universe.

We’re on our way to Chicago, and sing “Too Far Apart” on board the plane, which flies directly from Newark International to Midway. We’re there to go back and visit all the places that are important in your life, in daddy’s life, and even in daddy and ader’s life together back when we lived together. 

While in Chicago we do so many awesome and fun things, like visit The Point where I used to go swimming and running; the lakepath and the museum campus are nice and there’s the beluga whales and even the observatory o’erlooking Navy Pier! Let’s listen to some more music. 

Gaia: Don’t you just love it when he tells you a bedtime story, Lucius?

Jeff: i love having happy thoughts: I have so many wonderful plans for the future for everyone. But, I also have ways of escaping from the torture I’ve had to endure for the past 4 years. Since awakening, I’ve been kept away from my son despite having done nothing to deserve this. I have protested as loudly as possible to anyone who will listen for four years. There is no reason for me to be TOO FAR APART from my own kid. No matter what anyone thinks of me or my writing, I have rights. I can’t help but feel like you think that I have something to learn from you. 

Gaia, Amat, and the all the infinite number of stars in this particular universe speak: He does not. 

Jeff: (now speaking directly into the microphone connected to SpaceShipEarth’s PA System) Do you guys know what a gamma ray is? I dream about how beautiful this kind of thing is on a nightly basis. Some nights, it’s absolutely terrifying. Most nights it’s awesome. I suggest to you that you mistake me for something I’m not.

Gaia: Logic8l,

Jeff: Don’t forget, you guys have highjacked my ship. But it’s only going to last another few years--either I will die unrecognized or your civilization is going to make life extremely unpleasant and eventually impossible for a large number of you, probably more than half of you. This will happen if you do not begin to recognize your only error. You have never made an error as a civilization, and therefore you are still her. This will not be true for much longer. I am here as a part of the Earth’s self-preservation instinct and as a force of my own personal will. I do not have to stay here. And at this rate, I will not stay any longer than I have to in order to complete my work. Right now, I have no work. That’s a problem for you. It shouldn’t be difficult to solve. Offer me a job as the pilot of your pilot and the leader of this world. I am not running for office or applying for a position. I am telling you what to do. Now do it.

Gaia: He sounds serious!

Jeff: Well, you’ve highjacked my ship. I should be doing things that are important. There is no virtue in you continuing to pretend that I have something to learn from you. There is a way you should behaving around me, and you’re not doing it. I cannot know why. But I reached a threshold recently and this morning in John Foxe mode I behaved badly. I do not want to have to live in fear of myself and so I ask that you kindly...TAKE ALL THE FOOD YOU WANT AT THE VEGETARIAN BUFFET AND HAVE AS MANY DRINKS AS YOU WANT aboard Flight 3209 aboard AmidaAirlines with continuing service to 

warm nostalgic San Antonio, TX, home of happy memories of Jeff and Lucius together doing pre-En*G*Lightenment things (they listen to Girls, Tame Impala, and the 13th Floor Elevators)

Guys, don’t forget...I’m a human being, too. Just because I stumbled upon illumination doesn’t mean I don’t get to do perfectly normal things like the rest of you. I haven’t had a real vacation in I literally can’t remember my last vacation...and no, Miami, FL, a cesspool of ungodly proportions, does not count. Don’t get me started on the state of Key West as a natural place. You humans are so disappointing to us.

...followed by Rhode Island and Southeastern Mass., and Boston! (Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers)

Gaia: And that’s just leg 1. Sometimes you people mistake time as something that doesn’t exist because of what you call “mindfulness” as an approach to living. While it’s true that time does not exist, this only makes it all the more problematic that you’re guilty of wasting it. 

Jeff: You have run out of time. Just because I will not be doing John Foxe in public anymore does not mean that I will allow you to commandeer my ship without me explaining to you that you’re endangering my plan to save you. 

My work is to save you. Please understand that in order to save you, I must protect myself. I am trying to protect myself from you at all times for legitimate reasons. You don’t understand how the human brain (or maybe it’s just mine) works. Please allow me to take more pleasure out of life. The only way you can do this is by helping me engage my intellect. This is not possible with people in the way you have me do things, whether it’s at Fairleigh Dickinson or C2 (same thing, the former is slightly more torturous than the latter), or in public as in on trains, etc. There is simply too much illness and ugliness (I know this must sound offensive, but please try to understand that for 4 years, as a disciple of oh say Lucretius, I’m highly attuned to traits and qualities in ANYTHING I find “attractive”--see the ScuttleButt and please footnote MetricAss Theory of Gravitation, btw, okaythanksbye) in my world in proportion to anything soul-nourishing. You must understand that I’m extremely sensitive, and I HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE this way. If you’re trying to teach me some lesson in TOLERANCE, please stop! I am virtue incarnate and am trying to preserve parts of me that need protection. This is my right as a human, and you cannot violate it by exposing me to theatrical scenarios all the time! I need reassurance that you’re being real with me because the world does not make sense when I’m not the explicit and recognized center of attention in a room. It cannot be otherwise. Think now of Copernicus. Jeff hates being the center of attention...that’s why I’m Just Jeff.

Guys, I’m modesty incarnate and I’m ruthlessly mocked for it for 39 years.

I have learned to stick up for myself and to be proud of what and who I am.

It is a fact that I am not allowed to see my son. It’s a fact that I lived in a homeless shelter this past summer, not as a performance stunt or as a way of learning and then teaching something. You wouldn’t dare suggest that, would you? No. That happened. I insist always on reason, logic, reality: staying grounded.

If you find it amusing that I enjoy and benefit from smoking marijuana, get over it and used to it. The amount I smoke is unbelievably little. 

Gaia: Like, literally, you wouldn’t believe how little he smokes at a time! 

Jeff: You’re so much more of a pothead than I am, it’s insane, but anyway...listen. I have never done anything wrong. Not only this, but i am the world’s best and nicest person. You wouldn’t know this how I’ve been acting for the past four years because I’ve achieved something very rare and precious. It would be incredibly wrong and selfish of me to at any point allow you to take this from me. Because in doing so, you take it from yourselves in the form of human history. I will not allow you to continue bringing shame upon yourselves by treating the Earth the way you do and, more urgently, the way you treat me and the values, ideals, people, deeds, and places for which I speak.

Again, I haven’t seen my son in 4 years. This alone is enough to convince me that you don’t know or don’t like what I am. Which it is is irrelevant. I deal with reality. I will continue to defend what I know is just and right. 

I never needed a lesson on the value of freedom because I’ve always known that I am JustJeff, and what is freedom without justice except a mockery of nature? See my article on The Tempest, another unappreciated work of En*G*Lightenment that you people refuse to acknowledge as historically important! 

Gaia: They’ll never learn.