Friday, August 10, 2018




     In case you have not been keeping up with this subject, the latest in the long history of conspiracy theories calls the villains “The Deep State”, the humor of which I was pondering when Michael suddenly appeared and told me that he too was appreciating the humor of it, and that he had devised a plan to bury the Deep Staters in the depth of the Ocean, and wanted to know what I thought of the idea.  I fervently replied “I deeply appreciate your deep humor and I will be deeply satisfied by your deep burial of these shallow pseudo-deep people!”.   I cautioned him, though, not to tell anyone lest he be accused of polluting the ocean!!

Forrest W. Schultz   

August 10, 2018     

Tuesday, June 19, 2018


A -  BOMB – IN – A – BULL  !!


     It was difficult for Michael to refrain from laughter when he told me he had uncovered a plot by a new jihadist group, which is planning to commit an Abominable terrorist act by detonating a bomb to be planted inside the Merrill Lynch Bull statue in New York City!  Get It??  A-Bomb-In-A-Bull !!  Ha!!  Ha!!  Yes, he said this is not only funny but also quite strange:  a jihadist group with a sense of humor!!
  Then, he continued saying, “And, Cyanocube – Bearer, this is not all!  A brilliant scientist in their group has just invented the Romulan Cloaking Device, which they plan to use to hide themselves, while they go to NYC tonight to install their Bomb-In-A-Bull.  I should say, ‘that WAS the plan!’, because a few minutes ago I stole their Cloaking Device, just like Kirk did on Star Trek!”

     “That makes two items of humor.  Now I shall tell you the third one – I am now going to drown their whole terrorist group in The Jordan River!!".  And he did so right after he said this!  Before he bid me goodbye, he said “Please do not tell anyone about this because I do not want the Israelis to get mad at me for polluting their river!!”.

Forrest Schultz

Grantville, Jawjuh

June 19, 2018

Monday, January 29, 2018




          A few days ago I read about a new thriller novel with a very strange opening scene:  on a bridge one woman gives to another woman a sinister cottage, and then commits suicide by jumping into the river below!  Yesterday a notorious local man committed suicide by jumping off a notorious local bridge.  And then, early this morning I received a telephone call informing me that I had inherited this man’s notorious old house!  This call was from this notorious man’s attorney; I made an appointment to see him about the will at 10 AM this morning.  While I was speaking with him I sensed that the notorious old house was very evil and I immediately thought of the similarity of my situation with that of the woman in the novel that had been given the sinister cottage.  My feeling was confirmed both from the Cyanocube and from Michael who told me that this sinister house is inhabited by and controlled by a demon, and that I should immediately go to my pastor so we could pray to God to cast out the demon.  I immediately called my pastor and as soon as I arrived at the church we prayed this short prayer (Lord, please cast this demon out of the house; Thank you, Amen!); and I immediately sensed that the prayer was answered. 

Forrest W. Schultz

January 29, 2018

I  thank Cass Green for her book A Cottage In A Wood, the novel referred to here.  

Monday, January 8, 2018



    A few minutes ago, while I was musing over the fact that I had not heard from The Cyanoring in a long time, I suddenly got that special tingling in my ring finger and I saw in front of me the Cyanoring version of a TV screen in which a newsman was reporting that a terrorist was planning to attack Atlanta.  And then, as always, when The Cyanoring asked me, I replied “YEAH, zap him!!”  Then, again, as usual, The Cyanoring grabbed him and threw him, BUT this time he did NOT drown the villain into that special dee-eee-eep river, but into the Chattahoochie!!  When I expressed my surprise, The Cyanoring replied, “Well, I heard of the Chattahoochie from an Alan Jackson song and thought I would try it out.  And guess what??!!  It is almost as good as that dee-eee-eep river I have been using!  Well, gotta run; you have a Happy New Year and Auf Widersehen!”

Forrest W. Schultz

Grantville, GA

January 2, 2018

Wednesday, December 6, 2017



By  Forrest  Wayne  Schultz

The  Cyanorod

     This morning I received a telephone call from a lawyer informing me that I was the heir of Mr. Sam Jones, a man I had never heard of, who had lived near Jonesville, a town I had never heard of.  The estate consists of a beautiful historic country house and the 100 acres of woodland in which it is nestled plus a hefty stock portfolio plus a brand new BMW!
     The will contains no explanation as to why I am the designated nor does the lawyer have any idea.  After I signed the pertinent documents transferring the estate into my name, I got into my new BMW, and headed out to my new country estate where I was greeted by John and Joan Trimble, the couple who does the housekeeping and building & grounds work. 


     I was favorably impressed with the Trimbles, especially concerning the excellent job they have been doing keeping everything in tip-top shape.  But they were unable to give me any idea as to why Sam Jones had named me as his heir.  Since almost all of their work had been routine, their contact with Jones had been minimal, so that they never got to know him well.  All they could tell me was that he had been a recluse and that every day he had taken a long walk in the woods and spent the rest of his time holed up in his study with its large library of old books. 
     Of all the places on the estate to look for an answer to my question, it appeared that the study was the most promising.  Its bookcases contained the books he had been reading, the desk contained his files, and the computer on the desk may hold some secrets, though he had not used it much.
     While trying to decide where to start my investigations, I noticed on the wall an exquisite painting of an unusual medallion:  its center depicted (clad in shiny silver armor and ready for battle) a valiant knight whose right hand (fisted and placed upon his heart as a sign of submission to his king) held a very small bluish-green rod, which was the focal point of the painting.


     Since the knight was grasping this Cyanorod as though it were his sword, it appeared that he was about to wield it as his weapon.  As I was pondering this anomaly, the painting changed into a three-dimensional holographic projection with the Cyanorod extended in my direction beckoning me to pick it up and to wrap the palm of my right hand around it.    
     As soon as I palmed the Cyanorod I was transported into another world in a manner that was no different than walking out of one room into another!  There was absolutely no sound at all, no flashing lights, no shimmering air, no “woo woo” music in the background or any of the other phenomena associated with such a thing in the popular literature and films.  The mage who did this – if mage it was – is clearly a sophisticated one, not like the childish mages who add in all the extraneous stuff!!


     Upon my arrival into this new world I was told to insert the tip of the Cyanorod into a small recess in the center of the circle on the wall in front of me and to hold it there until it popped out, which took exactly 1.618 seconds.  I then palmed the Cyanorod, was told “well done”, and was returned to the study, whereupon I re-inserted the Cyanorod into the hologram, which then collapsed back into the painting on the wall.
     I was not told why this had happened or what the Cyanorod did.  Maybe I had just saved a planet or a galaxy or an alternate universe or something.  Who knows?  But I DO know that I did the right thing!  And that is what’s important!!

October 10, 2010

Cyanorod – 2

    As soon as I palmed The Cyanorod, there appeared on the wall in front of me a “movie” showing the scene of interest.  Our mission: to recover the Xenocube from the mansion of the Unman [who was referred to a long time ago by Ray Bradbury as “Something Wicked This Way Comes”].  We accomplished our mission before Bradbury died yesterday, i.e. in time to fulfill the prophecy.
     My partner in anti-crime is the indomitable Cara Coer [who was raised by her parents to emulate Cara-The-Feisty, the hero of Seabird].  She arrived at the scene as soon as I, following the instructions in the “movie”, hit the “Summon Cara” button on The Cyanorod.
     After Cara exterminated the Unman, I hit the “Retrieve Xenocube” button.  This opened the Xenovault and caused the Xenocube to rise and travel through the air and into the palm of the right hand of Cara, who used it to transport the Unman and his guards to the Xeno-Universe.  Cara and I then had a delightful conversation about her namesake and about Ray Bradbury.
June 6, 2012


Cyanorod – 3
     In the estate I inherited from my benefactor the house is mine to live in, the books are mine to read, and the 100 acres of woodland is mine to walk in.  BUT The Cyanorod is NOT mine to summon, nor is it mine to use as I please.  The Cyanorod appears only at its own discretion, not mine.  And, although I did wield it during its first two appearances, I followed its commands:  it told me what to do; I did not tell it what to do!  The Cyanorod is not magic and I am not a magician.
     This morning The Cyanorod made its third and final appearance to me and issued its last command to me.  This command is to bestow it upon Cara Coer, who henceforth will be its wielder.  Then Cara suddenly appeared and I performed this bestowal.  This concludes my tales of The Cyanorod.  To learn of The Cyanorod’s future acts you will need to ask Cara.  It has been nice talking to you and I now conclude with this:
     So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Adieu !!
     To You and You and You and You and You  !!
October 28, 2017

Thursday, July 27, 2017



     As I was walking in the woods yesterday I saw a white stag who beckoned me to follow -- just like in fantasy stories. I could not believe it!!  How could a fantasy white stag be here in the real world?  But, I was about to follow anyway when I noticed that this deer had no antlers!  It was NOT a stag!   It was a doe, a female deer!  As soon as I noticed this, it changed into a young woman dressed in princess clothing who began to sing -- even better than Julie Andrews did in The Sound Of Music -- "doe, a deer, a female deer...!!  She then boldly proclaimed "Female deer now conduct people through the woods to their destiny just like stags have been doing!!".   

     Immediately after she said that, I saw her entry into the Mythosphere!!!

Forrest W. Schultz

July 27, 2017

Friday, July 14, 2017


DO    NOT    GET    ON    THAT    PLANE    !!!!!

    These words were suddenly delivered directly to my mind emphatically and authoritatively and with a strong expression of concern for my welfare!!  I immediately obeyed this command as I advanced to the front of the line and bought my ticket for the NEXT plane, which will be departing in an hour.  After this, to recuperate, I walked over to the nearby cafeteria and sat down to think about this strange thing that had just happened.

     I first contrasted what had just happened to me to what had happened to Alex in the Final Destination film after he had boarded a plane and was awaiting take off:  he was given a prophetic vision of the disaster which would happen to the plane.  He stood up, shouted out what would happen, and got off the plane along with the passengers who believed him.  While they were in the airport being questioned by the security officials, the plane exploded killing those on board.

     My experience was very different from Alex’s.  I was NOT shown what would happen if I got on board the plane.  I was simply told not to get on.  The reason for the warning could have been that some bad thing would happen to me on that plane.  Who knows?  Or the reason might be if I boarded that plane I would be missing out on a good thing that would happen to me on the next plane.  Immediately after I had that thought, I saw Joy walk up to the counter to purchase her ticket (for the next plane) after which she saw me, waved to me, and walked over to join me in the cafeteria.  (As she was walking over I hypothesized that maybe the purpose of the command was to have Joy and me be passengers on the same plane.) 

     Our conversation in the cafeteria and then later in the plane amply confirmed this hypothesis.   The result was not that we “fell” in love but that we rushed pell- mell into love and before the end of the flight I proposed to her and she accepted and ……. Need I say more??

Forrest W. Schultz             

July 14, 2017