One other point I wanted to make as I have been making official statements about that racketeering production the 1994 television miniseries Stephen King's "The Stand" is that work, and all the works of Stephen King, regardless of the name he tries to use, is the work of a pervert. The message is based on reality that was shaped into the message of him and his pervert buddies. One such pervert is Kim Philby. Another pervert in the Soviet Union spy network is George Herbert Walker Bush.
The reason the message gets distributed by mass communication is because of when I become a time traveler. What I have puzzled over for a while, and really only since January of this year at the earliest, which was almost one year ago, is why I would even talk about details when I know there are spies who are capturing my communications. One possible explanation is my notion of about how when I start time traveling my mind has experienced a hundred or hundreds of years of equivalent life experience and as I sit here at this moment writing this sentence I think to myself of how I have no idea of what I will be doing for those hundreds of years. I sit here tonight and think I would like to get really good at playing the guitar.
So anyway, we are all now at a convergence point. Those spying bastards that I still hate so much are looking at the severe idiocy of their grand Nazi strategy, crafted by Microsoft Bill Gates, and I am sitting here in this crap shack and I am thinking about how I am going to start traveling backwards in time and everything that has happened to me in the past decade and before could be because of what is known about the future.
The question is not even about who I can trust. When I start traveling backwards in time there are people who are the guardians of the time travelers. I trust them. I am under no false pretences about how they also live in uncertain times. The only real secret is the one that never leaves your mind.
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The Stand - The Complete & Uncut Edition [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
“We’d like you to do something, Tom. For the Zone. It’s dangerous.”
“Dangerous…”
Trouble crossed over Tom’s face, like a cloud shadow slowly crossing a midsummer field of corn.
“Will I have to be afraid? Will I have to…” He trailed off, sighing.
Stu looked at Nick, troubled.
Nick mouthed: Yes.
“It’s him,” Tom said, and sighed dreadfully. It was like the sound a bitter November wind makes in a stand of denuded oaks. Stu felt that shudder inside him again. Ralph had gone pale.
“Who, Tom?” Stu asked gently.
“Flagg. His name is Randy Flagg. The dark man. You want me to…” That sick sigh again, bitter and long.
“How do you know him, Tom?” This wasn’t in the script.
“Dreams… I see his face in dreams.”
I see his face in dreams. But none of them had seen his face. It was always hidden.
“You see him?”
“Yes…”
“What does he look like, Tom?”
Tom didn’t speak for a long time. Stu had decided he wasn’t going to answer and he was preparing to go back to the “script” when Tom said: “He looks like anybody you see on the street. But when he grins, birds fall dead off telephone lines. When he looks at you a certain way, your prostate goes bad and your urine burns. The grass yellows up and dies where he spits. He’s always outside. He came out of time. He doesn’t know himself. He has the name of a thousand demons. Jesus knocked him into a herd of pigs once. His name is Legion. He’s afraid of us. We’re inside. He knows magic. He can call the wolves and live in the crows. He’s the king of nowhere. But he’s afraid of us. He’s afraid of… inside.”
Tom fell silent.
The three of them stared at each other, pallid as gravestones. Ralph had seized his hat from his head and was kneading it convulsively in his hands. Nick had put one hand over his eyes. Stu’s throat had turned to dry glass.
His name is Legion. He is the king of nowhere.
“Can you say anything else about him?” Stu asked in a low voice.
“Only that I’m afraid of him, too. But I’ll do what you want. But Tom… is so afraid.” That dreadful sigh again.
“Tom,” Ralph said suddenly. “Do you know if Mother Abagail… if she’s still alive?” Ralph’s face was desperately set, the face of a man who has staked everything on one turn of the cards.
“She’s alive.” Ralph leaned against the back of his chair with a great gust of breath. “But she’s not right with God yet,” Tom added.
“Not right with God? Why not, Tommy?”
“She’s in the wilderness, God has lifted her up in the wilderness, she does not fear the terror that flies at noon or the terror that creeps at midnight… neither will the snake bite her nor the bee sting her… but she’s not right with God yet. It was not the hand of Moses that brought water from the rock. It was not the hand of Abagail that turned the weasels back with their bellies empty. She’s to be pitied. She will see, but she will see too late. There will be death. His death. She will die on the wrong side of the river. She—”
“Stop him,” Ralph groaned. “Can’t you stop him?”
“Tom,” Stu said.
“Yes.”
“Are you the same Tom that Nick met in Oklahoma? Are you the same Tom we know when you’re awake?”
“Yes, but I am more than that Tom.”
“I don’t understand.”
He shifted a little, his sleeping face calm.
“I am God’s Tom.”
Completely unnerved now, Stu almost dropped Nick’s notes.
“You say you’ll do what we want.”
“Yes.”
“But do you see… do you think you’ll come back?”
“That’s not for me to see or say. Where shall I go?”
“West, Tom.”
Tom moaned. It was a sound that made the hair on the nape of Stu’s neck stand on end. What are we sending him into? And maybe he knew. Maybe he had been there himself, only in Vermont, in mazes of corridors where the echo made it seem as if footsteps were following him. And gaining.
“West,” Tom said. “West, yes.”
“We’re sending you to look, Tom. To look and see. Then to come back.”
“Come back and tell.”
“Can you do that?”
“Yes. Unless they catch and kill me.”
Stu winced; they all winced.
“You go by yourself, Tom. Always west. Can you find west?”
“Where the sun goes down.”
“Yes. And if anyone asks why you’re there, this is what you’ll say: They drove you out of the Free Zone—”
“Drove me out. Drove Tom out. Put him on the road.”
“—because you were feebleminded.”
“They drove Tom out because Tom is feebleminded.”
“—and because you might have a woman and the woman might have idiot children.”
“Idiot children like Tom.”
Stu’s stomach was rolling back and forth helplessly. His head felt like iron that had learned how to sweat. It was as if he was suffering from a terrible, debilitating hangover.
“Now repeat what you’ll say if someone asks why you’re in the west.”
“They drove Tom out because he was feebleminded. Laws, yes. They were afraid I night have a woman the way you have them with your prick in bed. Make her pregnant with idiots.”
“That’s right, Tom. That’s—”
“Drove me out,” he said in a soft, grieving voice. “Drove Tom out of his nice house and put his feet on the road.”
Stu passed a shaking hand over his eyes. He looked at Nick. Nick seemed to double, then treble, in his vision. “Nick, I don’t know as I can finish,” he said helplessly.
Nick looked at Ralph. Ralph, pale as cheese, could only shake his head.
“Finish,” Tom said unexpectedly. “Don’t leave me out here in the dark.”
Forcing himself, Stu went on.
“Tom, do you know what the full moon looks like?”
“Yes… big and round.”
“Not the half-moon, or even most of the moon.”
“No,” Tom said.
“When you see that big round moon, you’ll come back east. Back to us. Back to your house, Tom.”
“Yes, when I see it, I’ll come back,” Tom agreed. “I’ll come back home.”
“And when you come back, you’ll walk in the night and sleep in the day.”
“Walk at night, sleep in the day.”
“Right. And you won’t let anybody see you if you can help it.”
“No.”
“But, Tom, someone might see you.”
“Yes, someone might.”
“If it’s one person that sees you, Tom, kill him.”
“Kill him,” Tom said doubtfully.
“If it’s more than one, run.”
“Run,” Tom said, with more certainty.
“But try not to be seen at all. Can you repeat all that back?”
“Yes. Come back when the moon is full. Not the halfmoon, not the fingernail moon. Walk at night, sleep in the day. Don’t let anybody see me. If one person sees me, kill him. If more than one person sees me, run away. But try not to let anyone see me.”
“That’s very good. I want you to wake up in a few seconds. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“When I ask about the elephant, you’ll wake up, okay?”
“Okay.”
Stu sat back with a long, shuddery sigh. “Thank God that’s over.”
Nick agreed with his eyes.
“Did you know that might happen, Nick?”
Nick shook his head.
“How could he know those things?” Stu muttered.
Nick was motioning for his pad. Stu gave it to him, glad to be rid of it. His fingers had sweated the page with Nick’s script written on it almost to transparency. Nick wrote and handed it to Ralph. Ralph read it, lips moving slowly, and then handed it to Stu.
“Some people through history have considered the insane and the retarded to be close to divine. I don’t think he told us anything that can be of practical use to us, but I know he scared the hell out of me. Magic, he said. How do you fight magic?”
“It’s over my head, that’s all,” Ralph muttered. “Those things he said about Mother Abagail, I don’t even want to think about them. Wake him up, Stu, and let’s get out of here as quick as we can.” Ralph was close to tears.
Stu leaned forward again. “Tom?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like to see an elephant?”
Tom’s eyes opened at once and he looked around at them. “I told you it wouldn’t work,” he said. “Laws, no. Tom doesn’t get sleepy in the middle of the day.”
Nick handed a sheet to Stu, who glanced at it and then spoke to Tom. “Nick says you did just fine.”
“I did? Did I stand on my head like before?”
With a twinge of bitter shame, Nick thought: No, Tom, you did a bunch of even better tricks this time.
“No,” Stu said. “Tom, we came to ask if you could help us.”
“Me? Help? Sure! I love to help!”
“This is dangerous, Tom. We want you to go west, and then come back and tell us what you saw.”
“Okay, sure,” Tom said without the slightest hesitation, but Stu thought he saw a momentary shadow cross Tom’s face… and linger behind his guileless blue eyes. “When?”
Stu put a gentle hand on Tom’s neck and wondered just what in the hell he was doing here. How were you supposed to figure these things out if you weren’t Mother Abagail and didn’t have a hot line to heaven? “Pretty soon now,” he said gently. “Pretty soon.”
When Stu got back to the apartment, Frannie was fixing supper.
“Harold was over,” she said. “I asked him to stay to dinner, but he begged off.”
“Oh.”
She looked more closely at him. “Stuart Redman, what dog bit you?”
“A dog named Tom Cullen, I guess.” And he told her everything.
They sat down to dinner. “What does it all mean?” Fran asked. Her face was pale, and she was not really eating, only pushing her food from one side of her plate to the other.
“Damned if I know,” Stu said. “It’s a kind of… of seeing, I guess. I don’t know why we should balk at the idea of Tom Cullen having visions while he’s under hypnosis, not after the dreams we all had on our way here. If they weren’t a kind of seeing, I don’t know what they were.”
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It’s time, Nick wrote.
Speaking low, Stu asked if they would have to hypnotize him again, and Nick shook his head.
“Good,” Ralph said. “I don’t think I could take that action.” Raising his voice, he called: “Tom! Hey, Tommy! Come on over here!”
Tom came running over, grinning.
“Tommy, it’s time to go,” Ralph said.
Tom’s smile faltered. For the first time he seemed to notice that it was getting dark.
“Go? Now? Laws, no! When it gets dark, Tom goes to bed. M-O-O-N, that spells bed. Tom doesn’t like to be out after dark. Because of the boogies. Tom… Tom…”
He fell silent, and the others looked at him uneasily. Tom had lapsed into dull silence. He came out of it… but not in the usual way. It was not a sudden reanimation, life flooding back in a rush, but a slow thing, reluctant, almost sad.
“Go west?” he said. “Do you mean it’s that time?”
Stu laid a hand on his shoulder. “Yes, Tom. If you can.”
“On the road.”
Ralph made a choked, muttering sound and walked around the house. Tom did not seem to notice. His gaze alternated between Stu and Nick.
“Travel at night. Sleep in the day.” Very slowly, in the dusk, Tom added: “And see the elephant.”
