Sunday, October 29, 2017



By  Forrest  W.  Schultz

     In the estate I inherited from my benefactor the house is mine to live in, the books in its library are mine to read, and the 100 acres of woodland are mine to walk in.  But the Cyanorod is NOT mine to summon, nor is it mine to use as I please.  The Cyanorod only appears at its 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 gave its last command to me.  This command is to bestow it upon Cara Coer, who will henceforth 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.  

     So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu
     To you and you and you and you and you!!

October 28, 2017

Grantville,GA,USA,Earth,Solar System,Galaxy,Universe,God

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

Monday, July 3, 2017



    My friend Gil very hastily placed onto my desk a brand new super-advanced, super-fast computer plus a HUGE amount of cash to pay me to use this computer to collect as much information as I can on a woman named Jane Smith, who lives in Greenville (a small rural town which I have never visited), which is located about an hour’s drive from my house.  Because he did not want to prejudice me in any way, Gil did not tell me his purpose for this information.  Because I am retired, I have been able to devote my efforts full time to Gil’s quest, on which I am making rapid progress because of the excellent computer I am using.

     Speaking of computers, one of the first things I learned about Jane Smith is that she not only does not have a website or blog or social media page, she does not even own a computer (!) nor does she have an email address!  [She also has no cell phone or any of the other things like tablets, i-pads, etc.]

     Speaking of addresses, Jane has lived her entire life in the ancestral Smith house in Greenville, and all of her employment has been at the Smith Beauty Parlor in Greenville (Yes, they call it a beauty parlor, not a salon!), of which she became the Owner last year after the death of her parents.

     Her parents passed away on the same day:  her father died early in the morning of a heart attack, and her mother ten minutes later died of a broken heart!  Jane is their only child, so she now lives alone in the Smith house, which she inherited from them.  She also inherited their bank account and their seat on the local Chamber of Commerce.   This is the only organization to which she belongs, but in it she and her parents have contributed a lot to their community because it does many of the things done in other communities through civic organizations like the Kiwanis Club.


     Jane was homeschooled by both of her parents.  They both graduated from high school and after that educated themselves mostly by reading informative books and by viewing educational TV programs and VHS & DVD films.  In their salon Jane's mother was the cosmetologist and her father handled the legal, financial, and buildings & grounds matters. Because of her gynecological problems Jane's mother was unable to conceive until she was 40 years old, which is when Jane was born.  So, by then her parents were very well qualified both by their studies and by their experience to provide Jane with an excellent education, which they did.

     Jane's mother and a friend who designs women's clothing worked together to develop what they call an "authentically feminine" clothing and cosmetology 
philosophy, which is set into opposition to these four contemporary fallacious practices: 1. the flaunting of femininity in the "strutting your stuff" concept, which they label "hyper-feminine"; 2. the "sub-feminine" overreaction to this by those women who attempt to hide their femininity by wearing dull, drab, and dowdy clothing; 3. the "anti-feminine" revolt expressed by those women who wear men's clothing; and 4. the "androgynous" clothing rebellion against gender identity.  The details of and arguments for their philosophy, they say, will be found in a soon to be published book they co-authored entitled Clothing and Cosmetics For The Authentic Woman.  The foundation of their thought system is their conviction -- something rarely found in theology -- that God is beautiful & interesting; and that the Devil is ugly & boring!!

     This is all the info I have found so far.  I just now got a call from Gil telling me he is on his way here to pick up my report, so I need to hereby conclude it 

Forrest W. Schultz
July 3, 2017


Wednesday, June 14, 2017




By  Forrest  W.  Schultz

     A few days ago I was very impressed when I read the description of the opening of the story in a newly published book:  the main character overhears the planning of a crime.  Then, yesterday, I was astonished when the same thing happened to me:  I overheard two men planning a murder!  While I was still in a stunned state, my angelic friend Michael suddenly appeared, slew the criminals, and transported their corpses to a nearby deeeeep river which loves to entomb bad guys!

     He then quickly spoke to me:  "Cyanocube Bearer, I am in a hurry.  I need to leave at once for a special mission, so I had to deal with these criminals immediately.  I have no time to say anything more.  I will get in touch with you as soon as my mission is completed.  Good Bye!!".  I replied, "Goodbye, Michael & THANK YOU VERY MUCH & Best Wishes on your mission!!".  

     I thought about this as I walked home from the secluded spot in my woods where this had happened.  I know the woman who was the intended victim.  Her name is Debbie Clark.  She was a classmate of mine in high school and is one of the finest human beings I have ever known.  (She was also the best looking girl in the class!)  She did not do any dating because she did not believe in it -- she liked to say, in the words of the title of a very thoughtful book, that she had " kissed dating goodbye", and had decided she would only spend time with a man if they were to spend their time discussing whether they would get married, which was the way things were done prior to the twentieth century:  they called it "courtship". Debbie still lives here and works here in her own home-based business, and she still is single. Since I moved back home several years ago (as discussed in my Third Adventure) I have seen her a few times in town, and on one of these occasions we had a brief chat.  As I neared my house, I saw a car pull into my driveway.  I was astonished as I saw that it was Debbie Clark!  She got right to the point, and said she wanted to speak with me about an urgent matter.  I invited her into my house where we immediately went to the living room and she began to speak. 


     She got right to the point.  She said, "I was getting ready to eat lunch when suddenly I had a vision of two wicked men in your woods planning to murder me, and as soon as they had completed their planning, the vision ended.  I felt that this was God warning me and directing me to your house to report it to you."  I listened attentively and remained calm as I prepared my reply.  I told her VERY emphatically that she must NOT tell anyone of her vision and she most NOT tell anyone what I was about to tell her!!  After she promised this, I told her that I overheard these two men planning her murder, after which I saw them being miraculously killed and their corpses transported away.

     Debbie was so grateful and happy that she said she wished to express her gratitude to me by inviting me to lunch at her home.  I immediately accepted her invitation.  AND after lunch she told me that this lunch was to express her gratitude to me and did not count as courtship.  If I wanted to court her I had to ask her.  I replied, "I do not NEED to court you.  I KNOW I want to marry you. Will you marry me?"  She very emphatically and enthusiastically said "YES".!  We decided not to have a wedding ceremony.  We went to a Justice of the Peace who is a friend of hers to get the wedding document, and now we are married.  

     We did not always live HAPPILY ever after, but we always lived INTERESTINGLY ever after!!

June 14, 2017


Monday, April 18, 2016

A Most Unusual Task And A Most Unusual Secret

A  Most  Unusual  Task  And  A  Most  Unusual  Secret

     Laura is one of wisest and finest persons I have ever known.  And I came to know her very well because we were in the same class in school and we spent a lot of time together and were close friends until we were 18, when I left to go to college.  Laura is the only child of excellent parents, who lavished great love upon her.  They were especially thankful for her because they had been biologically unable (in spite of many attempts) to have a child until they were forty years of age.  Laura’s great intelligence became obvious to all of us living in this remote rural community because she got an A in every subject and she took high school courses while in elementary school and took ALL of her college courses while in high school AND she graduated from college a week after she graduated from high school!!  She also at a very young age did such an excellent job of performing household chores that her parents began giving her jobs to do at their bakery, which she learned so rapidly that by the time she was 13 she could do them all, after which her parents then began training her in the management of the bakery, which, by the time she was eighteen, she could do even better than her parents!!!  Soooo, her parents then, being 58 years old, and having almost worked themselves to death, retired, turned the business over to Laura, and took a long long overdue cruise around the world.  And, as soon as they left, Laura took their seat on the Chamber of Commerce, took her father’s position as Treasurer of the church, and her mother’s position as the leader of the local Girl Scout troup!!

     The college I attended was too far away for commuting, and I did not want to live in a dorm room or frat house, so that I was very thankful that I was able to live on the second floor of my Aunt Helen’s house, which was adjacent to the campus, so that I could walk to all my classes.  And it was only a ten minute drive by car to the headquarters of the company where I had my co-op job.  And, thirdly, and very importantly I really liked and respected my Aunt Helen, who, since the recent death of my mother, had become a sort of surrogate mother to me, and, if truth be told, she was actually an even better mother, who was especially helpful to me in overcoming some emotional problems I had, and she was an excellent example of a life of joy, which greatly aided me in overcoming my melancholic tendencies.

     During my sophomore year in high school I began working at my co-op job in a small plant the company had recently established in the small town a few miles from the farm where I lived with my parents.  My father was an excellent industrious dairy farmer who taught me what is now referred to as “the work ethic”, although he never used words like that.  He retired from farming when I began tenth grade, but he kept his ownership of the farm, whose fields and pastures he then leased to the farmer owning the farm to the west of our farm.  He then confined his activity to tending to the few acres of yard and garden surrounding our house, and to helping my mother with household chores as she began dying. 


     Then, after I turned 21, my father’s health began to rapidly decline, and I returned home to be with him, and I did almost all my engineering work there via computer, as I had done during most of my time at Aunt Helen’s house.  Since I inherited my father’s house and property upon his decease, from then on I lived there almost all the time, and only stayed at my Aunt Helen’s house when I needed to go to the company headquarters or to attend some event at the college. 

     After I returned home permanently, Laura and I renewed our friendship, which was a great blessing!  And we agreed that we would marry as soon as possible after my father’s death.  My mother many years ago urged me to marry Laura, and my Aunt Helen seconded the motion!    My father was delighted when I asked him for his consent to marry, and he agreed wholeheartedly, exclaiming:  “You would be crazy NOT to marry Laura!!”.  Laura received the consent of her parents while they were in Venice.  After we received these consents we formally announced our engagement to be married, and things were now so delightful as to be beyond the ability of words to express.  We were planning to meet the following day at my house in the afternoon to begin planning our wedding and marriage.  BUT we had to delay this meeting because something very extraordinary and very important intervened, with which we had to deal first, namely what we decided to call “A Most Unusual Task”.

     After I had spent the morning working at the local plant of my employer, I returned home to find Laura already there, way ahead of the time we had agreed upon, anxiously awaiting my return so she could convey to me the news of the unusual task.  To call it “unusual” is putting it mildly, as you will see.  During the morning a person she knew and trusted (but whose name she would not divulge at his insistence) had come to see her in town to ask her to convince me to undertake an ultra-important and ultra-secret task for the ultra-secret agency where he works to prevent an ultra-wicked conspiratorial gang from assassinating a woman at an ultra- remote cabin in an ultra-remote woods (several miles from where I live) which is also ultra-secret in a different sense since only a few of us living here even know about it!

     This ultra-secret person also told Laura that he had just finished installing in and around this ultra-remote cabin an ultra-advanced audio-video monitoring system which is set to broadcast to the ultra-advanced reception equipment which he had then installed into an unused out-of-the way room in my house.  And, finally, he had placed there in an ultra-secure way an ultra-large amount of money to pay me for his intrusion and for performing the aforesaid monitoring and relaying it in an ultra-secret way to him and his assistant at his ultra-secret location.  As weird as this sounds, hold your hats because it becomes even weirder when I tell you what I know about this cabin and this woods which he apparently did not know.


     Immediately after Laura told  me this, I told her what I had learned from my father when I was twelve years old:  namely that this woods was LETHAL, and he warned me NEVER to enter it, and made me swear that I would never do so!!  I also learned that our ancestor was given this same warning by the Indian chief from whom he had bought the land on which our farm is now located:  the tribe regarded this woods as tabu – never to be entered!!  This warning had been passed down from father to son, and no one in our family has ever violated it.  I therefore warned Laura NEVER to enter this woods, which scared her so much she immediately promised that she never would.  She then left the room and went to the kitchen to prepare a batch of chili con carne and mashed potatoes and a salad for our lunch.

     While she was doing so, I returned my attention to the AV reception equipment, which suddenly indicated that at the periphery of the cabin forming a circle around it were twelve extremely wicked men, and that their leader was in the air hovering directly above the cabin when SUDDENLY they were ZAPPED and immediately fell dead, and then their remains disappeared!!!  WHEW !!  Well, I guess that Indian chief and my ancestors knew what they were talking about when they said this woods was lethal!!

     I immediately followed the instructions to contact the mystery man and to forward the AV of this event to him.  It only took six seconds, so rapidly had the bad guys appeared and then been zapped.  After I hit the “end of transmission” button, I was immediately contacted by the mystery man’s assistant, a woman who thanked me, and who then reported to me that just a few minutes ago her boss had staggered into their HQ half dead; and a few seconds later he dropped dead!!

     I then asked her, “What about the woman who was supposed to be coming here to enter the woods?”.  She replied that she did not know where she was because their surveillance of her had failed.  Then I asked, “Does the death of the assassins mean that there is no further danger to her?”.  She replied that she did not know, and that I should continue my monitoring, which I promised to do, and then I signed off.

     After pondering for a while the obvious questions raised by what had just happened, I could see no answers, and so I gave up and went to the dining room where Laura had just finished setting out our lunch onto the table.  During our conversation at the table I shared with her what had just happened, and the questions I had.  She was astonished at what I told her and she too had the same questions.  After a brief session of prayer, I suggested that we go to the barn and saddle our horses and ride along the rough trail which surrounds the lethal woods on its east side to see if we could find the mystery woman or any clues about what was going on.



     I LOATHE saddles, all saddles, that is, except for the special comfy saddles I have for my two horses:  sitting on them is as comfortable as riding in a luxury car!!  It was great fun riding with Laura again – it had been over three years since we had done so.  But we did not see the mystery woman or any other sign that she had been here or anything at all that shed any light on the questions we had.  After we returned home, Laura said she would wash the dishes and clean the kitchen and prepare some tea and cookies for our marriage planning session, and she suggested that in the meantime I go to the special room and report what we had done.  I agreed that this was a good suggestion, and I headed toward the special AV room.

     I was gathering my thoughts for a report when I received a call from the lady at HQ.  She had two items of news.  First of all, the autopsy on her boss’s body indicated that his death was produced by radiations similar to those emitted by the explosion of a hydrogen bomb.  Secondly, the mystery woman had been found and was now back under surveillance; and there now is some evidence that the danger to her may be past, but is not yet conclusive on this.  She will let me know when more info is available and she asked me to continue the AV monitoring of the cabin.  I agreed that I would do so, and I told her that nothing had been found by Laura and me on our horseback ride.

     In our marriage planning Laura and I agreed that the state has no right to grant a marriage license or to conduct a marriage, and that it is not necessary for a clergyman to officiate.  Therefore Laura arranged with a friend of hers who is a legal whiz to compose an affidavit of marriage which was signed by Laura and me and by our two witnesses – my Aunt Helen for me; and Jim, a cousin of Laura’s for her and to be notarized by the lawyer, who is also a notary public.    They all came to the courthouse to accomplish this result.  We also decided that we did not want all of the huge expense and hullaballoo of what many now think is needed for a wedding.  Sooo, our becoming husband and wife was not a lot of work and did not cost a lot of money and NOW starting tonight we can live as husband and wife, to which I am very much looking forward!!  But first we needed to do a few mundane things in re our jobs – Laura at her bakery and me at my engineering work on my computer, after which I went to the secret room where I found a message from the mystery man’s assistant indicating that her supersecret agency had located the supersecret bad guys’ hideout where they found that its only members were the thirteen aforementioned criminals slain by the lethal woods!!   

     To conclude, I never learned any more of the agency’s secrets, and they apparently did not know of my secret – the secret lethal woods!  Their kind of secret is what you would expect of such a group, but MY secret woods is a most unusual kind of secret!!


 Forrest W. Schultz
Grantville, GA, USA
April 18, 2015

Wednesday, January 13, 2016



By  Forrest  W.  Schultz


     Sherry Thompson’s Narentan Tumults series begins with Seabird, one of the best fantasy books I have ever read, whose greatness is due primarily to its attractive central character, Cara Marshall, whose absence from the ensuing books in the series to date is lamented by her fans, one of whom, Michael Dunne, expresses the hope that he’ll meet Cara again.

     I am pleased to announce my discovery that Cara is continuing her adventures here on Earth, beginning at the very moment she was returned from Narenta.  But here she has no exalted title nor does she battle enemies like the sorcerers on Narenta but rather foes like the student bullies at her high school.  And, rather than being in the limelight, she stays in the background and encourages others to lead the battles.

     In one sense this seems like a different Cara, but it isn’t:  it is Cara adapted to her current environment – a senior in high school in a small rural town.  Cara does NOT resent her return to her humble milieu, but embraces it and decides to bloom where she is planted:  and bloom she does, as you will see in the episodes narrated here.  And these stories are written for you not as works of literature, but as simple statements of what has happened in Cara’s life since her return, which are quite interesting in themselves and not in need of any literary embellishment.

     OK, here now, without any further ado, are





     After Cara completed her mission on Narenta, she was returned to Earth at the exact time and exact place from which she had been taken.  The beach was the same but Cara was now a very different person.


     She immediately had the opportunity to express her new self here as she saw the class bully, Melissa, threatening several little kids.  Cara had named her Mal – issa, because, unlike Abraham Lincoln, she had malice toward all and charity toward none!


     As Cara approached Malissa and “called her out”, she was reminded of her encounter with the Narentan sorceress Rabada,  except that Melissa was not beyond redemption, so that she treated her accordingly.


    She rapidly immobilized Mal and threw her on top of an incoming wave.  Mal’s shock was so great that all she could do was sputter, “How in the world did you do that??!!”.


    Cara wasted no time in getting to the point.  “I will explain later, but for now what I want is for you to join me in my campaign against bullying.”  Mel immediately consented, “Yeah!  I’d like to!  When do we start?”


     Cara's reply was that Mel would be in charge of mobilizing and organizing a lot of concerned students as anti-bullying "police":  enough to monitor all places outside the school building and in the school buses and inside the school building:  classrooms, hallways, lockers, cafeteria, restrooms, etc. with the purpose of (preferably) preventing bullying,  and of stopping it if it breaks out.  (Mel had no problem doing so:  the students were wowed by the leading bully now running an anti-bullying campaign!!)








      Cara then explained to Mel that the scope of the campaign was not limited to bullying as ordinarily understood, but also included the abolition of football because of all the harm its collision and tackling involve, which has finally and very belatedly being given attention in the news.  They had to move very rapidly because there was just barely enough time to get the high school football team abolished and replaced by a soccer team.  Their first stop was to visit the person who would be in charge of that:  her friend Harry, who was the Quarterback, (who immediately agreed, with gusto, because of his great concern, so great he was seriously considering dropping off the team).  Well, to make a long story short, he along with Mel and Cara quickly got everyone on board – the coaches, principal, cheerleaders, student council, school board, etc. – so that, just in time the football team was abolished and replaced with a soccer team!! WOW AND WOW AND WOW and this was not only a great achievement but LOTS OF FUN !!!  And, this is just the beginning – lots more adventures were to come!!


    As important as this is, there is something even more important, and, in fact, of greatest import.  When Cara met for the last time with Alphesis immediately prior to her return to Earth, she expressed her sorrow at having to leave Him.  He told her in very plain words, just as Aslan told Lucy in Narnia, that He was also present on Earth (where He has a different Name), which she soon found to be the case, and He is the One now guiding her and helping her here!!


     More will be said about this in Cara’s next adventure (Cara #2), which will be especially interesting because it itself deals with interesting things!!  So, stay tuned!!











     If this were a TV series, I would begin by saying, “Previously on Cara…”: and then proceed to note that as soon as Cara returned to Earth (during her summer vacation prior to her senior year) she set into motion for her high school:  (1). An anti-bullying campaign headed by the former chief bully [Melissa]; and (2). A campaign led by the Quarterback [Harry] to replace football with soccer!  The newspapers loved reporting these, using headlines like “Former Bully Heads Anti-Bullying Campaign” and “Quarterback Leads Campaign To Abolish Football”.  Cara was rarely mentioned, which is exactly what she wanted! Her purpose is to set things into motion, not to run them or gain notoriety.


    She followed this same principle in her next project:  having high school subjects taught so that the interesting things in them would be included in the textbooks and classes instead of being excluded, as is usually done now, which makes it look like the subject is boring.  One step toward rectifying this in Cara’s high school was unwittingly taken right after the end of the last academic year when a biology teacher was hired, Jane Smith, who was named after Jane Goodall, and who even worked for Goodall for a while, and who taught all the interesting stuff in biology in her classes.  Cara rejoiced in this although, of course, she was not involved.  Cara now did get involved by taking steps to get two more interesting teachers on the faculty.  One is Kurt Schmidt, who was named after Kurt Goedel, and studied under him for a while at the special advanced study program up at Princeton.  Cara’s uncle, who is an engineer and a friend of Schmidt, at Cara’s entreaty, asked him to become a teacher at Cara’s high school; and Cara rejoiced when he agreed, was interviewed by the Principal and hired.  He is very knowledgeable on the interestingness of Goedel’s Theorem and other things in math and physics and logic, which he will include in his class lectures.


     The next addition to the faculty was Dr. Ernest Donald, an excellent young historian, whom Cara persuaded to join the faculty where he now teaches US & World & NJ history and also Latin, and delights in telling his students all the interesting stuff in them.



     Dr. Donald is also an excellent comedian who uses humor in his teaching.  The only comedian in the USA which I know of who is funnier is Donald Trump!  The students, recognizing this, call him “The Donald in Our School”, claiming that the only one who can trump him is Trump!


     Cara’s grandfather has shared with Cara a lot of interesting things he knows about all kinds of stuff.  Cara in turn has shared some of this with the teachers via her assigned papers, and with many of the students, who often use these in the papers they write for class.  This plus the popularity of the three interesting faculty members – Miss Smith and Mr. Schmidt and Dr. Donald – began to gradually affect the other teachers, some of whom are now also beginning to include interesting stuff in the classes they teach.


     Cara’s grandfather told Cara that the reason that there are so many interesting things in all subjects is that God is interesting, a fact which has been omitted from the systematic theology books.  Yesterday Cara went with him on a trip to Philly where he turned over a copy of all his research into these interesting things to a young theologian who will be including them in a new systematic theology book he is now composing.


     The most recent interesting thing that her grampa wrote was a response to an answer someone gave to the question of what the Devil’s greatest triumph was:  this person claimed it was the Devil convincing people that he does not exist.  Cara’s grampa rebutted this by claiming that the Devil’s greatest triumph was to convince people that the Devil is interesting, and God is boring.  The truth is that The Devil is boring and God is interesting.











     Cara’s first two achievements after her return from Narenta greatly improved her high school by making it free from harm from bullies and football injuries, and by encouraging the teachers to include the interesting things in the subjects they teach. Cara’s third achievement has just begun and will be improving and expanding as more and more people put into practice the recommendations recently reached by the local think tank.  Cara contributed much to the thoughts behind their manifesto but her main contribution was to get them to start DOING them instead of just discussing them! 


     The first recommendation was that people should get married shortly after puberty so they can enjoy their marriage sooner and can more easily avoid sexual temptations.  The other recommendations are closely related to this.  People also begin working at a younger age than they do now, which in turn involves the adoption of a work/study program similar to the co-op plan developed long ago by Drexel U. in Philly, where students earn much higher pay at these co-op jobs than the typical kind of jobs college students are now able to get, e.g. working at Mickey-D’s.  In other words, they start working at good jobs while going to college instead of having to wait until they graduate.  Eventually also the current 12 grade system will be reduced to 8 grades with students learning more material at younger ages, which is not only possible but which was done in the nineteenth century, as can be seen by looking at the McGuffey Readers and other textbooks used then.  This will make it easier for marriage to occur shortly after puberty,  because it will coincide with the ending of the 8 grades.  And the “classical school” methodology will be used, the one advocated by Dorothy Sayers.  AND, heeding Cara’s warning, those advocating this do NOT refer to the current retrograde system as a “Dumbing Down” of education because this terminology is indicative of the very thing they are opposing.  (See if you can figure out why!) 






     This plan also advocates working at or near one’s home either by continuing to work for a big company far away but doing your work at home on your computer to avoid the outrageous amount of time (and gasoline) wasted in commuting or, preferably, working at or near your home in your own business which you establish.  AND in this set up it is not just the woman returning to the home but the man also, who establishes his business there with his wife as his administrative assistant, which also avoids the sexual temptations when his wife works for another man.  This plan therefore does NOT adopt the usual plan most small towns do, namely trying to get a big company to build a factory in or near their town.  The idea is to preserve the nature of the small town where people know and care about each other and where in this town there are small stores of all kinds so people can shop there instead of driving to a humongous shopping mall some distance away.  Cara’s grandfather had a great influence on her thinking when he told of the small town near the farm where he grew up – this town had EVERYTHING in it – the elementary and high school to which he went, as well as their doctor, their dentist, their barber, their bank, their post office, their grocery stores, hardware store, pharmacy, bakery, photographer,  movie theatre, and the people living in the town could walk to most things or at most drive their car a few blocks to get to where they wanted.  Our modern setup is NOT an advance but a RETROGRESSION!!  The next main recommendation in this plan is to pay cash for everything, including houses.  And since hardly anyone today can afford to pay the outrageously outrageous high prices of today’s new houses, they advocate systems such as the Amish use where the whole congregation builds the house or barn for the family needing it or something like the plan used by Habitat For Humanity.  AND when a church needs a new building the members work together to build it, which was done by a church which Cara’s grandfather went to several decades ago.  And, finally, settle down in a small town and stay there – quit all this stupid moving.  Btw, this is easy to prove from the Bible from looking at the passage talking about the qualifications for an elder.  The only way this can be known is if people live in a place long enough to know the man, which they can’t do if they keep moving.







     Cara and Harry are planning to marry immediately after their high school graduation in June.  And they both will be attending (part-time) the college located a few miles from their town, and they both will be working (part-time) for Harry’s parents, who are the co-founders/co-owners of a candy store on Main Street behind which is the large building where the candy is made, about half of which they sell in their store, and the other half is bought by several stores in nearby towns.

     Harry lives with his parents on Third Street, a block behind the candy manufacturing building, AND next door to the house where Cara lives with her parents.  So, Yes!, Cara will marry “the boy next door, who works at the candy store”!  Cara says that she was not influenced by the famous song by Johnny CASH, but she says that the song might have been counter=productive if it had been sung by Johnny CREDIT!!  Ha!  Ha!  Ha!  Yes, Cara has not only returned to Earth but her humor is very “down to Earth”!!

     Because of their community improvement work and their good grades in high school, Cara and Harry have each been awarded full tuition scholarships to the college!!  Their only expense will be the (high!) cost of their textbooks and the (low) cost of commuting to the college, which is only a fifteen minute drive away.

     Cara and Harry after they marry will be moving into a house given to them by Cara’s father, who recently inherited it from his uncle.  Her father will also pay for the renovation cost and the furniture.

     Their jobs at the candy company will be low paying at first but they will soon be promoted to managerial level jobs, which will be high paying, and then, after they graduate from college, the business will be given to them, and then Harry’s parents will be enjoying a long-awaited and much deserved retirement beginning with a cruise around the world.


    The local think tank manifesto plus the example Cara and Harry are setting by following its principles is affecting many other community residents and former community residents.  For example, several young adults who had moved from the community to a big city have changed their minds and have returned to their roots.  One young man, disgusted with city life, has returned to take over his father’s business, a local German bakery; and a young woman for similar reasons has come back to take over her mother’s salon.

     Much more could be said but this, I believe, will suffice to show that Cara is doing fine and does not resent her return, and the adventures just keep on coming, small though they may be.  And Cara has never regretted their size – she has never, like Naaman did to Elisha, complained of not being given “some great thing” to do!!.  We would do well to follow her example!  Amen!




     There are many other worthy and interesting deeds Cara did after she returned to Earth.  Those I have narrated  here are but a sample which are presented to you to show you that Cara's adventures did not cease after she was returned to Earth. 

     These adventures of Cara continued and will continue for the rest of her life here on Planet Earth and for the life she will then lead in the New Heavens and New Earth.  In short, the adventures of Cara on Planet Earth will never cease!!  Amen & Amen !!!

Forrest W. Schultz

Grantville, GA

February 22, 2016