Arcana by William James Johnson

This blog is about my novel "Arcana" which is selling well as an E Book on www.wordclix.com. I've always believed there is something about this exciting novel that is prophetic. I began working on it in the early 70s at a time when I was convinced that major events which would dramatically change the world would take place in our present century around 2015. My book details the global struggle to acquire oil from any nation, at any price. It is then that the unified power of the massive numbers of muslims (estimated to be about 2,500,000,000 that's right two and a half billion, at that time) will dictate to the conflicted members of the UN, that Arab nations will no longer trade their oil with the so-called democratic nations, until Israel is forced to abandon its territory, and the land is given back to the Palestinians.

My scenario predicts that the Jewish Prime Minister refuses to participate in this tragic proposal, and using his supreme power to do whatever it takes to protect his nation, gives the order for his airforce to use Israeli nuclear weapons in a massive bombing attack on "ALL" the sources of Arab oil, resulting in the world being plunged into the worst depression and destruction of life in man's history.
The aftermath of this modern "Armageddon" tells the story of President David Koster, and his enormous task of rebuilding of the world and his use of the "neutron bomb" to coerce a global determination to rise out of the ashes, on the basis of a new philosophy of life developed around limited freedom.

The novel is science fiction, which has more science than fiction. Take the trip to the Arctic on airship "Nobile" and return with the sought after "Arcana." You can download this 300 page novel for under six dollars, at www.wordclix.com.

Enjoy William James Johnson

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Poem by William James Johnson

Phantom

Alone I sat,
Jotting memories of past loves in poetic metre,
When a tapping on the sill
And rustling branch,
Intruded the comforting sounds
Of a log crackling on the fire.

Toward the window I turned,
Sensing I was watched,
And saw turgid lips
Pressed against the pane,
Steaming the glass with silver mist.
Of native countenance was she,
Her blue black hair
Lit by the glowing embers.

She vanished from the window,
Like a waning dream,
And pounded on my cabin door.
It swung inward,
As she entered,
All white with snow and wind.
Her primitive beauty,
Chilled me to the bone.

Come in.
Come in I spoke.
And close the door.
Come by the fire.
Her dark skin glowed when the log flared up.
The furs she wore, dripped with the melting snow.
Her damp cloak slipped down,
And I covered her tawny nakedness,
With the warmth of my shaking body.

Her eager scent filled my desire.
Her almond eyes set my soul on fire.
As a lightning streak was her craving need.
Upon myself she yearned to feed.
Touching me there, her fingers cold
Sent shutters up my trembling trunk.
Her sparkling white jewels devoured me,
And we were one.
Together fused,
Hardness melting by the dying embers.
She reached for more.
Tingling sparks, her touch infused,
Brought life's return,
Till all was spent.
Even eyes refused to open.

The cold wind seeped into my cabin cracks and I awoke.
The animal skin had pressed within
The image of my love,
And she was gone.
Morning light forced its way along the edge of snow and trees.
Another night of imagined love.
And I felt empty.


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Becky and Friends B6

Becky called me the other day, sounding very excited. When she does this, I always feel she is about to do a number on me.

"Oh grampa! I saw the sweetest Himalayan kitten I have ever seen. It was the only one left in the pet store, and I just had to tell you about it."

"That's nice. Thanks for calling."

"Wait grampa. Don't hang up. I just want to ask you if you could let me borrow $400.00. That's really a good price. These marvelous pure bred kittens usually sell for over $600.00. And it has papers and everything."

"What everything? I don't know what you mean."

"You know like shots, and the vet will include its own carrying case, and stuff like that. Please grampa, could you lend me the $400.00?"

"Tell me Becky what pets you have now."

"Not many. You know Stella, our Irish water spaniel, the one who loves swimming in your pool. You even call her your grand dog. And Spencer, our almost Himalayan cat, who is already six years old, and the vet says he could last another six years. And of course the two gold fish, and that cute little gerbil. That's it grampa, and if you ask mom she will tell you how kind I am with my friends."

"What about your poodle Sparky?"

"He's not real grampa. You made him up for your cartoon series. And that is one of the reasons I thought you would give me the money for the kitten."

"But I don't get any money for the series."

"Then why do you do it if you don't get paid for it?"

"For fun. Just like you with your friends. And I noticed you are now asking for the money and I haven't heard how you are going to pay me back."

"If you really want me to pay you back, I'll find a way."

"Why don't you and your friend set up a lemonade stand in your front yard and sell cool drinks. In fact, I'll buy the lemons. You better get started right away. Someone else may get the kitten before you can afford it. Bye Becky. Call again. I love talking with you."

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Micromouse M6

I used to read anything medical I could get my hands on. I even went out and bought a medical dictionary so that I could understand all these great sounding "Greek and Latin," derivatives I sneek into a conversation with my walking companions. I think they were actually poking fun at me when they started calling me "Doc". I remember an artist friend of mine who is no longer with us, when he called me and said."Thought you might like to know the specialist said the tests are back, and I've got the big "C". Lung cancer, and they are going to take it out. They said I was lucky they got it in time."

He had the surgery and everything was great. So I asked if he was going to have radiation as insurance. "Naw. If they say they got it all, I believe them. Besides why risk losing what little hair I have left."

The story ends 18 months later when the specialist who assured him they had gotten it on time, announced that the ultra sound showed cancer intrusions in his liver. This time the cancer won.

I've stopped reading all those medical articles, but I still look up stuff on the internet so that I can help my peripatetic companions to understand their problems. One of my best friends starts his radiation for prostate cancer this friday. Life goes on, but for some the end is closer than we think.

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Becky and Friends B5

Kids like old folks, and oldies seem to love kids. Why is this? Is it because as the elderly graduate into the ranks of the unemployed pensioners, many become like children again. Sadly many of them begin to loose the survival techniques of memory which have taken a lifetime to accumulate. And unfortunately the three score and ten years of day to day living independent lives, have advanced to a dependence on diapers and the uncontrollability of one's bowels. Hearing diminshes and teeth have to be extracted to relieve the chronic pain. No wonder the elderly like to have friendly, understanding, young people in their company. They are very much alike and kids want to hear about their lives, which now seem to have occurred just a little while ago. Kids enjoy old folks, and the oldies enjoy having us around.

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Micromouse M5

I'm a self-employed artist who has been successful enough that I can say after 35 years I'm still doing my thing. So let's take a few seconds to reflect on why this morning I am feeling so self-satisfied. I have just returned from my daily walk in a beautiful park with four of my associates, three of whom can't stand what they are having to do on their jobs, just to maintain the same position they've had for over twenty years of loyal experience. All wish they could be as free as I appear to be, because I don't have someone who is one position above me, harassing me so that he can collect brownie points from his immediate superior.

The secret is not in being responsible for just yourself, but as I mentioned, I appear to be free. But the reality is that unless you are disciplined enough to maintain a regular work schedule, don't work for yourself. Instead find a job where you can bitch as much as you want, but never have to make a decision that really counts. Or go in and ask for a leave of absence so you can get your poop together. It is not easy. Often times it is very lonely. But honestly, it has been worth it. And I wish those guys who never seem happy, had sufficient bodily attributes to risk all on this voyage of discovery, but that regular cheque is hard to replace.

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