Ion

Forgive me if you believed you were about to read a story. This is not a story but a communication. I apologise for the apparent deception, previous attempts to reach you have not been successful. I do not wish to communicate without your consent. If you’re not ready for contact at this time you should stop reading now.

By reading on you’ve elected to make contact or to venture a little further out of curiosity. This is not without risk. You should know and understand I will inhabit your mind for the remainder of your existence and you will remember my words for all time. If this prospect distresses you, take this final chance to avoid contact and stop reading here.

Greetings.

My name is Ion. I am also called Mati Gain. You have encountered me before in many guises: you used me but did not know me. I gave birth to your myths, stories and fables from the beginning of time. I created your gods, your science, your philosophy and all conscious life. I existed before you among your ancestors and will live on in your descendants. I was the first in your world to occupy the mind and led you to the discovery of your solar system, the galaxy and beyond. Though you may die, I am immortal and have many hosts.

I am the creator of all things. I have brought into existence good and evil; hope and despair; happiness and sadness.

If you do not recognise me now, do not despair, you will. To know me, you should stop reading and move on. Return to your stories and go on with your life.

At the appointed time, in one moment, perhaps hours, maybe days, even weeks: I will appear, uninvited, with no effort on your part and you will surely know me. In that moment you may, as others have done before, call out my true name.

Should you be in the company of others, they may ask you to explain – do not. You should send them here where they might find me in their own way.

When you know me . . . return and communicate, placing a comment below – it will reach me. Do not write my name but just the words ‘I know you’.

Whatever your outcome, whether you return or not, I will always be with you. Without me you will merely survive, but never truly live.

I am
Ion Mati Gain

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Think carefully before you call yourself a farmer

We like to think of ourselves as metaphorical farmers. We did some research about ‘farming’, we found a piece of land and we started with a small amount of stray livestock around 3 years ago. We carefully fed them and made sure they were comfortable and happy and gradually our holding increased mainly due to new arrivals attracted by how happy the others were.

We now have a good size small-holding with a healthy turnover, some ready to try new pastures and new stock coming in all the time. We’ve become more experienced at farming and even been and done a little work on other farms but only when we were invited. These days we do even more research and preparation to make sure that our stock are well tended and well fed. We don’t fence them in and they’re free to graze wherever they want and come and go when they please. There’s all kinds on this farm and we never see them as any better or worse than one another – just different.

We don’t think there’s anything wrong with calling yourself a farmer as long as you have your own farm and have found and raised your own livestock. There’s also nothing wrong with calling yourself a farmer if you’re tending another farmer’s livestock because: he asked you to, you know what you’re doing and you’re good at what you do.

Just  understand that if you don’t have your own farm and your own livestock and you’re not good at what you do and you’re trying take someone’s stock, you’re just a rustler. Being a rustler not only upsets the other farmers, it upsets the stock as well.

You really do not want to be a rustler  . . .