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Underground eXperts United
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[Five Stories From The Metaphysical Workshop] [ By The GNN ]
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"FIVE STORIES FROM THE METAPHYSICAL WORKSHOP"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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Yes, I have stolen the name 'the metaphysical workshop'
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from Bob Slack, sysop at one of our distribution sites.
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I found the name quite interesting, and it inspired me
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to write this small file. Thanks Bob, I hope you do not
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mind too much...
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Rain fell on me, soaked my clothes and left me freezing. It was dark in
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the woods and I was completely lost. Day had turned into thick night. I
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stumbled through the maze of trees, without any sense of direction.
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Then suddenly. Light! I saw light from a window in the distance. Close
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to me there was a small cabin, and when I got closer to it the door swung
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open all by itself. I entered and fell to the floor. The door closed.
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I felt the heat from an open fire at one end of the room and when I looked
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up I faced an old man. He smiled and grabbed my arms and pulled me up.
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Dizziness overwhelmed me as I stood up.
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- Welcome! I guess I have awaited you! You look tired, let me help you
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with your hat and coat.
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He took my hat and coat and placed them by the fire to dry. He wore
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a long white beard and must have been over eighty years old. The cabin had
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only one room. There was a stool, a rickety table and the walls were
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filled with frames - without any paintings inside them.
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The old man noticed my confusion.
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- My boy, do not worry. This is not an ordinary house. You are in the
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border zone of the real world and the transcendent reality. This is the
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metaphysical workshop. Since you are my guest, I will show you some of my
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paintings.
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- What paintings? The frames are completely empty!
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The old man put one finger to his mouth and hushed. He pointed at
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something behind me and I looked around. In one end of the room, one frame
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begun to glow. I walked closer. There was a sudden painting inside the
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frame and it moved like a motion picture.
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The five paintings in the metaphysical workshop began.
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FIRST PAINTING: THE KILL
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- Fuck her, he mumbled over and over again. Fuck her, fuck her, fuck
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that motherfucking bitch!
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He was a good-looking man, completely pissed off, sitting in the bar with
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a beer in his hand. He squeezed the glass so hard, that his friend on the
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other side of the table wondered if it was going to break any second.
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- Fuck her..., he moaned.
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- Actually, his friend said, I have not the slightest clue what you are
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talking about. Fuck who?
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- My wife. Fuck that bitch. I hate her.
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- Why?
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- I work like an animal, day in and day out, and the only thing she do
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when I get home is to complain. Complain, complain, complain! Fuck that
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bitch! I could kill her! I will kill her!
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His friend looked around. Nobody had heard them.
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- Wait a second! Calm down... you do not know what you are talking
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about! 'Kill her'? Give me a break! It cannot be that bad!
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- Oh, it can... it sure can. Some day, I will kill her!
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- No, you will not. You do not want to kill her. You are simply totally
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pissed off at the moment. Tomorrow, everything will be much better.
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- No way!
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- Listen! You are only angry! Your mind does not listen to reason! You
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could kill anyone at the moment, just to get rid off your anger!
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The man looked at his friend with a calm face.
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- You are right.
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Then he shot his friend in the head. He died immediately.
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SECOND PAINTING: THE LAST WISH
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He spoke to his two grown-up children.
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- I am old.
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His children stared at him.
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- What do you mean? Old?
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- I am old, and my heart is bad. I will not live much longer. My doctor
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gave me the news today. I will die in less than six months.
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- Dad...
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- Do not worry, it will be hard for you. But do not worry. I am
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prepared and ready. I have only one last wish. I want to live through
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christmas and I want to experience the new year. Then I can die in peace.
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I know God will be with me and let me live for those few weeks before he
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takes me. I thank him for his mercy.
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It had been five days to christmas when he told his children the sad
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news. The next day, his heart weakened and he had to be rushed to the
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hospital. He did not live for six months, he died three weeks later. But
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God had helped him with his wish. He had lived through the christmas and
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into the new year. But not really how he had wanted to live. He did not
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experience anything, since he was in a deep coma the last three weeks.
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THIRD PAINTING: THE RAPE
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He moaned and pulled out his sore dick from her bleeding rectum.
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- Bitch, he grunted through his whiskey-soaked lips. Did you like it?
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Did you? Was it good for you too, eh? Fucking whore!
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It was a lie, but he enjoyed saying it to his victims: - To fulfill your
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excitement, let me also welcome you to a deadly disease that there is no
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cure for!
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He spelled the word slowly.
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- A... I... D... S...
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The woman turned her badly beaten face to him. She opened her eyes and
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said with a soft, but mean, voice: - It is not worse the second time.
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FOURTH PAINTING: THE FRONT LINE
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People screamed, people were blown to pieces, people shot and people died
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in the trench. I tried to keep my head down as the enemy approached us.
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The attack was unexpected, which means that it was a good attack.
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- Third platoon! Get going for christ sake! screamed the sergeant.
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A grenade exploded only ten metres from me with a loud bang. Blood and
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body parts rained over us. I rose from the trench and fired a few rounds.
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The sound from my gun almost made me deaf. A screaming man without his
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left arm ran past me. A second later, someone blew his brains away.
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- Use your guns! Shoot! someone yelled hysterically.
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I saw my own platoon die, one by one. Bullets riddled men to nothing,
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grenades mutilated us.
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Then we heard the familiar sound of artillery fire. Loud, deep, dull
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bangs echoed through the battle fields. I saw flames by the horizon.
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Suddenly everything turned silent. Nobody fired.
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- Do you think they have aimed at us? a friend of mine whispered to me.
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- We will soon find out...
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I prayed to God, Satan, Mohammed, every damn power I knew that the shells
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were not meant for us. But I was wrong. The yelling sound of incoming
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bombs pierced my ears and into my brain. I awaited the explosion and my
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own death. I closed my eyes hard and waited.
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I must have been waiting for minutes before I dared to open my eyes. I
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was alive! I looked around to check out my platoon.
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Something was wrong. Nobody moved. They had not died, everything looked
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like a frozen film. Eyes stared into nothing, running people stood still
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in the middle of the air. I looked up and saw six grenade shells above us,
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in the air! They did not move. Everything was silent. There was a sound
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behind me and I turned around. A man with a black suit and white tie stood
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on the edge of the trench and looked at me. He reached for my hand and
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pulled me up.
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- Shall we go? he asked me. With a deep sigh I followed him and I knew
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exactly where we were going.
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FIFTH PAINTING: THE INHERITANCE
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The boy felt the light breeze stroking his hair. The wind was much
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stronger here on the small mountain than down by the house. He enjoyed the
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view. Everywhere he looked, he saw more mountains, woods and houses. In
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the back of his head, something told him that he was looking at a
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kingdom. A big kingdom full of wealth and power.
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- Everything you see is mine, said the old man beside him. I own all of
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this. I own the houses, the woods and the mountains!
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- I know grandpa, the boy said.
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The old man went to the edge of the cliff and looked down.
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- Come here. What do you see down there?
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The boy did not move.
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- Come on grandpa! I know what is down there! It is our house!
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- Yes, yes... you are right. I am old, and I will die soon. When I am
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dead, all of this will be yours. The houses, the woods and the mountains!
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All of it will be yours. Do you understand what I am saying?
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The boy looked confused. He was young, only nine years old.
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- I think so... when you pass away, you will give everything to me.
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The old man smiled.
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- Right, my boy! Everything! Some day it will be yours!
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The houses, woods and mountains became his the next day. On that small
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mountain, all that had been required was a hard kick in the back of the old
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man to get him off the cliff.
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The pictures in the paintings slowly faded away into nothing, revealing a
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dark wall inside the frames.
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- Quite a show! I said.
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The old man stroke his beard and said: - Thank you. I am glad they
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amused you.
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- How do you do this?
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- I analyze the present causal mechanism in the world. I work with it
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and sometimes I manage to come up with bizarre things. What I make, are
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real incidents. It is nothing special.
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- You have created all of this? In my world?
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- It is my world too.
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- Are you God?
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- No, there is no God. I am simply the headmaster of metaphysics.
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- Metaphysics... I have always thought that the transcendent reality was
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not available for us.
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- And you are right! It is not for everyone. You have been lucky.
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Welcome back some other day, if you manage to find me.
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The door swung open. The old man gave me my hat and coat. The rain
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outside was cold and disturbing. But I did not mind. I had seen the
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metaphysical workshop.
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1-2-2029 Tonight the stars are shining bright.
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Woa! Call THE METAPHYSICAL WORKSHOP! 317-736-6439!
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