A soldier's duty does not end with death. Neither does his sense of honor, what is right. I am from a time and a culture in which one's personal honor was everything: assail the standing or integrity of someone and things usually ended in a duel. I am caught between my upbringing and what was drilled deeply into me at the academy on the one hand and the present-day reality.

If you at all have read my blog you are aware that I was slandered by a group of people who decided that I was, in their language, a 'pedo.' A pedophile. In this environment of the Internet, words loose their meaning and become twisted by the evil, the nefarious and malcontents who have access. The word was used as an insult, at least as an epithet by persons who know me not. It is not two hundred years ago; but two hundred years ago these scoundrels would have faced me with sword or pistol.

In my rage I demanded to be heard in a full meeting of the Outlands Community. I was. It was not right, I said, that I be besmirched by persons who have no business deciding who or what others are. To be insulted by persons of narrow sick minds and with no sense whatsoever of honor. I was really angry. I had announced my intent of literally getting into cyberspeace and tracking these vile ghouls to their IPs. I was advised and cajoled aginst this. You might get deleted. I did not care. You will be facing great and unknown dangers. I did not care; I am a soldier and was a spy; I am used to such and in practical term it was how I died.

It was Llam who allowed me to rant and spew forth my rage until I had quieted. He said to me, "Terrence, you will be acting like them. Do you wish to be in the same category as these vermin?" I could not answer that. He went on, this time with a smile: "Do you not recall the great lesson of Vlad Dragool as he was represented by Abraham Stoker? 'Time is on my side!,' he exclaimed. Terrence, time is on our side. You yourself, the members of the Community do not go about raping young children or luring them into carnal destruction. The media-generated idea that labels all enemies of the status quo as criminals and mentally deranged persons is crumbling along with the whole edifice. You can see that in the growing discontent in many quarters, some quite conservative otherwise, with the war in the land of Iraq. Those who chose to identify and take their stand with the imperialist designs of the current oligarchy will be literally going down with their ship." By now I was listening to at least every other word. Continuing, he added "You came from a military academy, and were a soldier in one of the finest and well-disciplined armies the world has ever seen. You are one of the few members of the Outlands Community who values and practices discipline as an enjoyed virtue. As in days gone by you reverenced your teachers of these things, it is your turn to pass on what you know to those who need it most." With those words he swayed me, as laughter filled us all, that he would so impute to even our most prominent members a lack of discipline and in need thereof! Helpless before the quiet humor of our Steward I broke down laughing myself.

So I have voluntarily decided to let the matter lie. While it would for a short space make me feel good to avenge an honor wrongfully stained in the long run, the feeling would fade like water in a desert, and the disease would merely spring up elsewhere. It is better, I conclude, that I do my job, as a good soldier - now and here as a member of the world that we are daily creating. In hoc signo vici.

We got Spy Sherrif and UnSpy PC yesterday for simply visiting some online library. We've had them before but yesterday's infestation was a good one, it managed to corrupt our antivirus and spyware and chewed up ZoneAlarm's firewall like candy. Took a bit but we managed to nail it all.

I have asked the others here at the Outlands Community why people create such things and have had lots of answers; some of them are speculation as to who would benefit from them, or some others talk about malicious schizoid folks. Whatever, it doesn't really answer "why?" Why would someone:

1. Hack advertising on the Internet and fill it with shit

2. Set it up so that ANYONE can get it?

Since we can assume any energy form we like, we have been talking about actually entering "cyberspace" as energy forms and going after some of this shit. As our energy cannot be compromised or corrupted, we could return the garbage to the creators and let them see their PCs show the ole blue screen. Crackers often run Linux and Unix / Solaris OS but they are not impregnable, as some will be finding out. Do you read me, "malicious?"

I thought I would come back one more time today and add a couple of pictures of some of the members of the Outlands Community, plus just an 'art' picture that the ArtGroup did. The last is for the Nazis if they ever visit here again!

With love, Terrence, Perry, Ilewe, Hendra, Roland, Yvgeny and all the gay incubi of the Outlands Community. Sieg Heil, ya dumbkopfs! (Old Prussian word, btw)

So then top to bottom, that's Roy and I sharing a kiss a few years ago, our one and only Gwenny, Roland of Jerusalem during the First Crusade, and our Aztec medicine-wisewoman, Popomonocol - the very one who advised us on whether the Amanitas we found we safe.

They were!

Had to let that out. I had posted comments on a Blogger blog that is run by those who love the young - I do not mean child-molesters - and some hacker's group picked up on it.

But enough of human stupidity when it comes to sexuality. Whether I've posted it or not, time to put down the URL (again?) for our website:

http://redeyeguy.mosaicglobe.com

It should work, if it doesn't please leave a comment. We also added a contact page.

Our guy in the channeler's chair, Roy Waidler, has a page at Deviant Art, and this link should get you right to it:

http://amanitagemini.deviantart.com

...and I suppose our nameless and cowardly hacker would mutter something about

'deviants!' Laugh at 'em!

In doing a statistics run on the Community and on various member's names on Google, Perry and I showed up on a page, gawd knows where, and were called 'Pedos!' Which I undertstand is Internet talk for 'pedophile.' It is interesting that the moron who wrote the comments said that it was obvious that we liked little boys. Pity the fucking moron is so paranoid and full of horseshit that he didn't bother to read the entries or go visit our other places. So, listen, fuckhead: read the entries and stop mistaking gay incubi for pedophiles! We can pass through walls; we can change our gender and gender-appearance; we are spiritual beings; so what do you say? Gonna keep broadcasting your bullshit? Honestly, this is the kind of person who supported Hitler, Mussolini, George Wallace and George W. Bush, fascist and stupid.

It's hard to piss me off but this did! (Terrence)

Seems to me I like grown men, not 'little boys.' I have no idea what this clown is getting off to, but I do think we should c/c/p the page and post it here. (Perry)

Our website is established at long last! It will run a good number of pages and you can just bet we incubi are going to have our say in more ways than one. I am told that detailed narratives of sexual encounters are subject to certain restrictions, but I am not particularly concerned about that. I happen to have another blog which is better for illustration purposes, only I have been advised to keep it under a low profile for now. Llam has always known what he is about on our behalf.

Although it took a little discussion , we have decided to firmly go with the concept of Web 2.0, as it is called. As it is after the last virus we decided to keep as much of our art on line as possible and our separate blogs reflect as much. We must search for a storage-bin for our earlier blogs, although I am told that gmail is the likely candidate for them. It's a matter of, can our current version of Outlook Express, combined with our LAN, handle the size of the files we're thinking of storing? Most were composed on the Windows wordprocessor, beg pardon, they all were. Other than taking the files on disk to a printing place and then printing them as them as .jpg files, it could be tough. Still, SonShon had written some remarkable material, and our journals are worth keeping in readable form somewhere - just not in the computer!

I have asked the ArtGroup to compose some male / male erotica that would not violate my TOS either here or at my other blog. Not as easy as it sounds! But I have been promised a few things, and look forwards to its presence here soon.