How Do You Teach a Turtle English?

It was late spring, the weather finaly clearing enough to encourage out door activities. Even in Washington D.C., where things were not always pleasant these days. With a black President, and multi-racial Senators, Judges, and Congressmen/women, becoming the "norm", instead of (that whispered behind your hand, you KNOW why they got elected) sort of thing.

And here it was again, that annoying, just will not go away, bunch, storming the "Hill of Justice". Demanding, once again, that a Bill be passed making English the Natinal Language. Proving to the world that America is a "Civilized" country, once and for all. That same old, same old, we are sick to death of, "press one for English...", they scream.

Only THIS time, we are ready for them, their precious "dream" wish, is about to be granted. They should have been more careful what they wished for I guess, like my grandmother always said; you better know what your praying for is what you REALLY want, because you just MIGHT get it one day.

I will have to say, their delegation of representitives were a very nice looking bunch. Very polished, well educated, well mannered, equal number of male and females. Mostly well thought out, and all white, I did wonder about that. They were in age range between twenty five, to thirty five, which I did question, but they said; their TownHalls had selected them from all volunteer groups.

So, here we were, meeting with twenty young people, from fifty states, standing for what they felt was their RIGHT. They, were about to get the surprise of their lives, would be taking paper work back to their states to be filed, filled out, and a new TownHall meeting would be called for every town, city, and village.

Ms. Carol Cherry, my secretray, will be taking your names, and a short statement from each, explaining exactly what it is you are asking for. I said to them; by way of explanation. You know what we want, exploded one of the younger males, surprising everyone, including himself. His very pale skin, turning a very dark pink, in embarrassment.

Name Please, said Ms. Cherry; pen poised above her rather large, black leather, offical looking, ledger book. Nickoli Bereshnika, he said; from Queens New York, and I am sick, and tired of all these illegal's coming in, taking our jobs, and we have to pay extra taxes, to pay for their kids to get free medical help, and we can't even afford it for ourselves.

" Prolog"

Before the time of accounting, which is the time these humans are facing, was a time of beginnings. When what passes for "Gods" in the minds of humankind, played their games,

the stakes, being planets, and every creature on them. While GOD, the Creator of all things

was comtimplating the "problem" of Lucifer, that selfish beauty had placed the Creator in

a very uncomfortable spot. Terra (Earth, Elohi, Gia, Mother Earth) the Emerald of the

Universe, would now be a proving ground, a "testing place" where humans would need

to spend at lease one perfect life time, instead of the Paradice it was meant to be.

The "problem", they had to learn Seven Lessons of Pefection, the first being

unconditional love for each other, and all living things. And after millinia they had

not, more than a handful, gotten past the first step. Part of the problem seemed to be,

they kept blaming it on Lucifer, of all the life forms in all the universes, these were

the most infantile, self absorbed,egotistical, greedy, nasty tempered, ugly hearted,

ever created. Yet they would look at themselves, and actually believe they were

comenadable, pillars of the community, someone for others to "look up to". Each "claiming"

to have the "right" way to live, or behave, then going out and judging others, forgetting

that no human has the right to "Judge" anyone, as only the Creator of all is Perfect.

So, into the mess our story is thrown, of the "pot calling the kettle black", but before it happened on our beautiful Terra...., there was the GAME, among the Watchers!