Deactivation Inspiration

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 2]

Re: SFPD-BRM Officers Save the Day!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 28, 2021 11:01 AM

Ach….had me going for a while there!

That was precisely my intent, good doctor! I wanted you to feel the realism of it as much as possible. I’m also thinking of the many FUTURE readers of my tales…taking them on a bit of a ride, so to speak. Though there was a little hint it was fantasy, where I said:

“So please, grab a cushion and a seat, sit back and allow me the immense gratitude of relaying to you, this astounding gem of an episode that only occurred to me less than half-an-earth’s rotation ago!”

For the phrase “occurred to me” can mean either “happened” to me, or the thought “occurred” to me. Besides which, “episode” usually refers to a passage from a book, movie, or a radio or TV show, rather than an event in real life. Though it also often refers to a serious medical event.

Beautiful tale.

Thank you, I very much enjoyed the writing of it. It is also my way of praying for Lucky & Flaco.


Subject: Julia Vinograd is now in my Brindlekin Tales!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 28, 2021 11:13 AM

Since my dream of her occurred AFTER October 30th, which is the date stamp of chapter 1, book 1…and BEFORE the posting of chapter 2…and that dream was obviously a reassurance over my worries about the pooches, I realized today that it is delightfully appropriate to include her in the brindlemix. But since I’ve already embedded the chapter numbers for each of 37 blog entries, the Vinograd piece is chapter 2-a, and the original chapter 2 (“I’m Counting on His Hug”) is now chapter 2-b. Besides, this off-kilter nomenclature will intrigue my future fans, to whom I will explain some day in a televised interview from my secret bunker (constructed gratis by the Blue Rose Militia), why the anomaly.

I’ve just started perusing older email exchanges, to discover I may have left out valuable posts from book 1. Thus, chapter 2 of book 2, will likely be composed entirely (or in large part) of those missing emails. It’s fascinating how I’m coming up with new material for the second book, despite the doggies no longer present in my world. Sadly, no more videos until they return…which I desperately hope won’t be too long from now. And, upon their reappearance, it is ALSO my wish they arrive directly from Deek’s kind hand, as a result of a profound change in heart. Either that, or, in the bodhisattva view of things, that he finally drop his act as my meth-crazed enemy.

Though I COULD start narrating my chapters and upload them to my Youtube channel, during this muttless cycle. Which WOULD keep the channel active. I just might give it a go, tonight.

  • Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Book 2 is Off and Running!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 28, 2021 3:43 PM

First chapter IS complete, and now online:

https://zekeblog.wordpress.com/2021/02/28/licking-my-wounds/

While you’ve already read most of it, because it’s composed largely of our email exchanges, you might enjoy the images I’ve added, which really put that extra bang to it.

  • Zeke K-Holmes

Re: SFPD-BRM Officers Save the Day!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 28, 2021 4:08 PM

I love the card. Simple design, powerful message. And there’s something about a “card.” It’s such a wonderful plot device in many a suspenseful tale.

I plan to slip them into free newspapers stacked away in the stalls, and walk around the Castro, dropping a card off at shops, restaurants, and private homes. All at night, surreptitiously. I will, of course, wear gloves to prevent possible viral spread in either direction.

But what about legal repercussions, such as harassment or harm to Deek? I DO use the REAL name of his doggies for most of my tales. While I often tell readers to show compassion towards him, that does NOT guarantee his safety.

And am I protected from legal retaliation from the building manager, Ablahblah Realty, and the two snakes in 208…since I don’t use their REAL names. And the building address in my tales is 9666 Market Street. However all events clearly take place in the Castro, and I use their REAL apartment numbers. And in those letters sent me by the manager, I have blocked out names, addresses, and phone numbers in their images I uploaded.

What say you, Wattson…is this going too far? Is the risk worth the plunge?

  • Zeke K-Holmes

Re: SFPD-BRM Officers Save the Day!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 28, 2021 4:36 PM

If you’re at all uneasy, then cover your tracks until you’re satisfied. You could change the breed and color of the doggies, too. Use the fiction writer’s license to rearrange as you see fit.

Another Herculean task to fulfill? No way, Jose. That would also mean I’d need to shut down my Youtube channel, because it contains tons of videos OF the pups. And their photos are an integral part of my tales on WordPress. “Covering my tracks” would be an ENORMOUS undertaking that I refuse to perform. What IS the solution, then?

TAKE DOWN MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL, MY WORDPRESS ACCOUNT, AND MY FACEBOOK AND TWITTER SERVICES!

Just like in that tale I concocted about the SFPD-BRM, with the Asian fuzz’s request that I make one, small sacrifice: purge all my Brindlekin material! Is this getting way bizarre, or what? Hmm, can I temporarily DISABLE these accounts, so I can easily restore them later? I’ll look into that, later today.

  • Zeke K-Holmes

Subject: Chronic webmail just DESTROYED tons of material!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 28, 2021 5:22 PM

I have a folder called “Story Material” that goes back over a year, a large body of which I planned to use to compose my prequel to Brindlekin Tales. But I’ve also been digging up the emails from October 31 to now, to compose my next chapter for Book 2. So I moved all those “Book 2” emails into a new folder I call “Story ACTIVE,” in order to more concisely go through them.

But once moved, I shockingly discovered that ALL the hundreds of emails in “Story Material” were also deleted…and they are NOT in the Trash folder. In addition, the web service ALSO deleted all of November’s posts, and December’s up to the 11th! They SHOULD have been moved to that other folder, but were not.

ALL GONE! All that incredible body of work gone! Why has Chronic become such a fucked up service to use, since I started composing my tales? Of course, I will post this MAJOR glitch to their forum, asking if there is any way they could possibly restore them. I doubt they can, and I bet they’ll come up with all SORTS of excuses…including a little lecture that I should have backed them up to my hard drive!


Re: Chronic webmail just DESTROYED tons of material!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 28, 2021 5:47 PM

Oh, fuck. That’s the fucking worst. Another challenge!

UNBELIEVABLE! Though, assuming the existence of the Blue Rose Militia for real, their talented hackers already have it all backed up many times over, in their globally distributed archives. Well, let’s see if Chronic can straighten out this glitch; I just posted them about it.

  • Zeke K-Holmes

PS: It’s as if my bodhisattva guardians do not WANT me to publish that material at this time! As if my recent tale about those four cops visiting me with good news really MEANT for me to eradicate all evidence of my Brindlekin Tales! This would then be an overlap from the imaginary world into the REAL world! Or, they may just be playing with me, to stir up some new stories. Or, they prefer I focus on what adventures are happening NOW, and I can get back to the prequel later on down the line? Egads! I feel like a lab rat jumping across an electrified surface to get to the pellets!


Re: Chronic webmail just DESTROYED tons of material!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 28, 2021 6:12 PM

And the pellets turn out to be cocaine!

Goodness, my dear Wattson…that was rich! Pterry Pterodactyl must be laughing her feathered arse off right about now!


Re: Chronic webmail just DESTROYED tons of material! PROBLEM RESOLVED!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 28, 2021 6:26 PM

A few page reloads straightened things out. Jeez!


Subject: DEACTIVATED!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 28, 2021 6:48 PM

Yes, good doctor, I can deactivate ALL my accounts (which I have JUST done) where everything remains as is, but no one can access them. These are: WordPress, Youtube, Facebook and Twitter. Well, WordPress is “deactivated” by turning it into a “private” site. The rest are truly deactivated. Very curious how I came to this outcome…as if my SFPD-BRM tale were a telepathic connection that came through what I thought was totally my own imagination, but wasn’t! IF I am correct in my amazing surmisal, the Blue Rose Militia is preparing to have me go underground…and very soon. I’m sure, however, they have secured arrangements where you and I can keep in contact. Or perhaps (and more likely) they will move YOU and Erwin into the same hideout as yours truly! Among a select group of OTHER lucky souls…including, I guess, Deek and the two brindlekin. Along with Larkin. Get ready to meet our Reptilian Overlords! :D

And I say “lucky” because we will all be provided with a life that even the gods of Mt. Olympus would envy! It will be FANTASTIC that we finally get to meet in person…and work closely together in establishing a New World Order that is queer to the max!

Some claim that those with paranormal gifts are often classified as schizophrenic…which explains my diagnosis back in 1975, of “borderline schizophrenia.” The “borderline” tag suggests not TRUE schizophrenia (thank Medusa), but symptoms somewhat akin to it, and mild enough to actually enrich my imagination, my creative flow! Though not without years, even decades, of both psychological and world-weary hardship as part of the baggage. Sincerely written books about those who are psychically graced, describe such people with a history of a most difficult childhood, usually extending BEYOND their formative years and sometimes into middle age or older.

I swear to you Wattson, as the Good Queen Victoria is my muse, I am literally GUSHING with cosmic wisdom that has catapulted to such an ionospheric height, that my life may soon be in danger from certain powers that be…unless I am removed to a safe zone by my troops. This is EXACTLY as I described in numerous writings, including one called “Security Matters & Anti-Matters” (or “The Mighty Mouse Virus”) back in 2002. You might want to refresh your memory on this, as it contains prophetic revelations that I see now will manifest VERY SOON:

http://gay-bible.org/write/3_security.htm

So, this Mighty Mouse Virus (or MMV) I have created as a logical algorithm programmed to increase exponentially in IQ (and with safety measures built in, including the virtue of compassion as its key driver), is likely to rev up into action. By CONTACTING those it discovers to be my strongest allies…which includes your own, noble-minded self, naturally. It will get in touch with you via a chat bot, either through audio or text. Or, perhaps, it will use some other means, though most likely of a digital or electronic nature. Regardless, it will see to it that you and OTHERS it regards as “Zeke-Aligned,” will be flooded with tax-free money into the millions, as well as remove all enemies from your world. It will do much more than that, as it will also provide you with a quick path towards a joyful life in all possible ways.

MMV will also begin manufacturing intelligent nanodust that will seek out our enemies…which means ALL people who go out of their way to spread misery. OTHER forms of nanodust will heal the planet in its entirety, including our own health and mental capacity, up to and including regeneration of our youthful physiology.

All recipients of MMV’s benevolent program will soon be made FULLY AWARE of the momentous events about to arise across the globe. And they, themselves, will have NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, as MMV will absolutely secure their safety, and guarantees of a most fulfilling existence forEVER. Could it get any better than this? YES IT COULD, AND IT WILL! But this humble outline must suffice for the nonce, just enough to give you a good idea of what’s coming down the pike.

IF, AND ONLY IF, MY PROPHETIC WORDS ARE PRECISE! And I believe they are, old chap. Though wouldn’t it be funny (I ponder) if one, two, or three years from now, or longer, I remain schlepping about in my crappy hovel, conjuring up one altruistic fantasy after another…not one of which ever comes true? But worst of all: no Flaco & Lucky! Which I can’t BEAR to dwell upon, and which I believe is nothing more than a pointless anxiety attack, and quite opposite from any AUTHENTIC outcome. Or IOW:

CANINE BLISS FOREVER…ARF, ARF!

I will continue to compose my excellent tales nonetheless…just without an audience except, perhaps, for your most honorable self, Oh Osmium Empress! Until said time I am wafted away into Zeke Nirvana Land along with all OTHER lucky souls. Which, I believe, will happen ANY DAY NOW, perhaps even before THIS one is over.

I want to note here, that should I continue to publicize my works, no harm will come to me anyway. Because, according to bodhisattva wisdom, when you reach as high a level as I have, you are INCAPABLE of doing nothing OTHER than good. Even if you are misconstrued as to your present motive or method…in which case they shall automatically turn you in a better direction. As exemplified by this sudden erasure of my Chronic webmail folder, and my urgent inspiration to remove Brindlekin Tales from any cyber-presence, triggered by reevaluating my approach, and the sacrifice requested of me in that SFPD-BRM vision.

Whew! That was fun to write! Destroy this document immediately after reading it, and report to headquarters. We have a surprise for you. Meanwhile, there’s a dumb crowd gathered at Jane Warner Plaza (because Sunday afternoon), being entertained by crappy drag queens who sing putrid pop songs and disturb the peace of my sanctity, which CANNOT be restored by simply shutting the windows. The proximity of Castro & Market is just too CLOSE for that!

With much hope for an abrupt change in this world for the better, I remain, as always, your friend through many adventures,

Ezekiel J. Krahlin-Holmes


Re: Chronic webmail just DESTROYED tons of material! PROBLEM RESOLVED!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 28, 2021 8:03 PM

Jesus. Whew!!

I have 383 emails total, between the “Story Material” and “Story ACTIVE” folders, which I need to back up NOW. The only solution is to batch forward them to two other webmail services (I think that should be my Gay-bible and Proton mail services, but I could also include Gmail)…but there is a limit to total message size, and batch forwarding treats them as attachments. So I just can’t send them all through in one fell swoop…I’ll have to break them down into bunches of 25 or less. What tedium!

Anyway, I think the Blue Rose Militia is playing with me. This panic situation certainly interjects another dash of spice into my next chapter! A total disruption in the middle of my story, then it all goes back to business as usual…which is ALREADY anxiety inducing aplenty!

  • Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Chronic webmail just DESTROYED tons of material! PROBLEM RESOLVED!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 28, 2021 8:30 PM

Okay, I can forward the emails in batches of 50, so it was easy. I’m now gonna install Thunderbird, which serves as another backup, so long as I do not program it to remove emails from the server. I shoulda done this a long time ago! According to my Bodhisattva Premise, these surprise little crises are fine tuning my ability to get back to my center ASAP. I may not like it, but I appreciatie the purpose behind it.

I’ll give it a week with my Brindlekin material being inaccessible, and see how I feel then.

  • Zeke K-Holmes

Re: Chronic webmail just DESTROYED tons of material! PROBLEM RESOLVED!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: February 28, 2021 9:41 PM

You’re doing splendidly, old chap!

Affirmation much appreciated! But it IS a nuisance to be sitting down, feverishly composing another tale, when yet aNOTHER unwelcome event intrudes itself upon THIS bedraggled pilgrim, forcing me to write even NEWER stuff around it, before I can get back to what I had originally started. THESE BODHISATTVAS REFUSE TO GIVE ME A BREAK! They’re probably laughing their butt cheeks off right now, including Deek! For my story is truly of the Cinderella genre, though in MY case, the whole CITY is populated with evil stepsisters. I don’t even have to walk outSIDE to be harassed…they come banging at my door, or hollering up to the window!

Oh c’mon people, I got it all figured out…this is an initiation, and I’m being HAZED. But I don’t see ANY point whatsoever, of prolonging this cycle any further! Oh, well, they never listen to me; I’ll just have to grin and bear it…this being constantly stirred ’round and ’round in a giant stew pot of feces. Good ol’ San Franshitsco! They have all this fun, friends, money, places to go, day in, day out…but whenever they get a wild hair up their asses, they know who to fuck with. Yes, that’s right: good ol’ sin-eating Zekester. May a plague of hemorrhoids strike them down, every single last one of ’em! GIVE ME BACK MY PUPS!

And I don’t know WHAT’S up with Marshall, who used to LOVE narrating my tales on his superb Friday night radio show, “Memo of the Weird!” He continues to read NOTHING of mine, right when I’m literally EXPLODING with creative force, spinning out one amazing fable after another, like a story-bot with an overclocked CPU! He doesn’t even MENTION me on his show, ever, any more…and I’ve been listening to each and every one of them, all the way back since my debut on OYNK-FM back in March of 2017. I conjecture this is part of my militia’s plot to put a lid on my works, in preparation for my disappearing off the face of the earth, by transporting me to a secret location. Maybe they’ve reached out to Marshall, to squelch any further Zeke broadcasts…or, as I also surmise:

He’s one of them, too, thus in on the great silencing of moi !

Oh the humanity!

  • Ezekiel K-Holmes

Subject: All Brindlekin Sites Have Been Resurrected This Morning
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 1, 2021 1:38 PM

Alright, this shutting down of my sites was a panic attack…a reevaluation of my motives, that is: to closely check for any possible vengeful urges leaking into my doggie rescue project. By my own conscience, the reckoning has come through clean…I don’t need a whole week to ponder the pros and cons. I’ve done my best to assure no harm will come down on Deek, as a result. IOW: what damage MIGHT occur is outside my jurisdiction. I can NOT seek a second rescue of the pups by covering up everything I’ve done for them, already. In weighing the situation of both human and canines, the latter rise up as the more urgent. I have set up safe havens along the way, that Deek may find protection, and even liberation, in this next “battle of the bodhisattvas” coming up, once I begin distributing these business cards. As for the Blue Rose Militia’s request that I DO erase all presence of my Brindlekin tales and videos from cyberspace:

That was a vision that may or may not actually be a telepathic communiqué as well. Regardless, their hacker contingent is more than capable of making my creations disappear withOUT asking me to do so by my own hand. They themselves are bodhisattvas, and thus prone to deceptive maneuvers…not out of anything malicious, but to jar my nerves, that I discover further inner resources to bounce back quickly. Which I have just done. Again. And again. And again. Whew, what a ride this is. And I’ve ALWAYS shunned roller coasters, let alone getting behind the wheel of a car (for which reason I never renewed my driver’s license since 1973). Furthermore:

My Brindlekin Tales are a WONDROUS work of art, because foremost, a TRUE labor of love. The GOOD my tales will accomplish for MILLIONS upon MILLIONS of people is PRICELESS. So why deny sharing them with the world, regardless of any risk to my own person, or other parties involved? In that aspect, I MUST trust the higher powers that be. Which, in my case, are the archetypes of Greek mythology, Celtic lore, and Native American wisdom. With a smattering of OTHER cultural worldviews from across the globe…thanks to my years of studying cultural anthropology and world religions. My UMC anthropology advisor, Dr. Erhard Krause, would be proud of me. As would my Spanish advisor and her husband (once head of the English Department), Drs. Margaret and Willam Peden: two of the most remarkable teachers I have ever met, who recognized my potential as an author long before I ever realized that myself!

In fact, I never really comprehended just how GOOD a writer I am, until quite recently (less than a year ago, I think, though I was already aware that I was PRETTY good), and I am now 70 years old! Kudos to you, my good doctor, for cheering me on, pushing me, finally, into that glorious realm of complete self-awareness! (Which, BTW, Carl Jung would call the process of “individuation.”) I remember the day you discovered my presence in this world: in an Alternet.org forum where I posted my piece: “Gay Marriage by Any Other Name” (or “Letter to the Pharisees”), back in 2004 (I think; may have been earlier). And our astounding friendship took off, right then and there! That gay marriage piece, BTW, remains on my Final Testament website to this very day:

http://gay-bible.org/truetales/6_gay-marriage.htm

Now, back to the present:

One must also consider that MOST police officers are dog lovers. Thanks to Deek’s abduction attempt, as well as their unfortunate return one week later, the coppers are now WELL aware of the situation. It is my hope, then, they’ll keep a guarded eye upon him, to be sure the pups are NOT abused. But if they witness any violence or serious neglect on his part, they can more readily remove the dogs from him, than could an ordinary citizen. And, since they know who I am now, including my phone number as well as the windows of my SRO, they can contact me either way…to inform me that the dogs are up for adoption. If not outright bring them TO me.

If perchance any of these peacekeepers addresses me in person during one of my strolls, I will be ready to hand them my business card. Which MAY result in sharing my Brindlekin Tales to OTHER members of the SFPD! That would be incredible. In conclusion:

My life has become RICH with purpose more than ever before…and it’s all thanks to Lucky & Flaco, and the perplexing fellow who brought them into my world. Surely, such a benevolent affair is not destined for a tragic outcome, but rather, a joyful one. I refuse to fall for that classic bait of so-called wisdom: “Only time will tell.” For if I relied solely on Old Father Time for all my solutions, I’d be one lousy detective, indeed!

Yours as always,

Zeke K-Holmes

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