May I Propose An Epilogue?

 

I see it as a cascade of events. The head of the arch of oppression was World Com. headquartered in Jerusalem at the Dome of the Rock. As soon as the Dark Figure was destroyed, even though there were others just about as wicked, none of them had his power to control by infernal means.  His power broken meant people could make other arrangements, for better or worse. 

Then the strength and authority of P-Sec, and the other five sectional authorities over this country was greatly diminished. They did continue to provide some structure, but it was weakened and would eventually come to nothing.

Local communities of people, seeing their chance, took up various means of organizing themselves according to taste and where they found themselves. As the population grew over the next two or three generations, this naturally became more official. The old timers talked about the old days when a man and woman could live as they saw best and worked like crazy to survive.

Farmers and people who made useful things became very important and were greatly appreciated. There was also a big effort to take advantage of the products of the recent past. Power plants were studied and carefully maintained by people who made it their business to learn how.

There was some practical assistance from certain off-world entities of a friendly nature. Lights were seen here and there. The triangle crafts collected dust in their hangars.

Jen and Doug married. Rupert Jones officiated, of course, and was very pleased with himself. Jen became a midwife. Doug was a kind of mayor and judge over Milltown and greater Snohomish County. He advised others who came to him. They had a family of five children, two sons and three daughters. Jen and some of her neighbors were teachers for all the neighborhood’s children of the first generation after our story.

Bubby, the dog, stayed with Lou, who had developed a love for him and depended on him. They talked all the time. Bubby watched her boys when she was busy.

A few surviving doctors worked hard to teach others the basics of medical care. The need for surgery continued to be a difficulty for a few years, until a few hospitals re-opened on shoestrings. Medical care was kind of like back in the 50s.

Of course, traditional medicine was what most people used most of the time. Herbal knowledge was greatly respected and used.

Lou and Elvin married a few years later. They opened a café in one of the vacant restaurant buildings in Milltown. They had two sons and taught them to cook professionally. Elvin was always interested in tech, and he worked at bringing some stuff back online, such as power plants, mostly as an adviser.

Rupert Jones lived twenty more years. He remained in contact with the ETs and printed a small paper for the community in which he promulgated the ETs’ practical advice. He was of assistance in opening the internet to the public again.

Mrs. Steele lived long enough to see the kids married and was satisfied with the progress happening all around her. Then she was gathered to her people, as they say. She was buried with love in Jen’s old backyard at home, where she and Doug raised their children.

Everyone had a big garden, if they had room, or just took some other spot and gardened there. Chickens were everywhere, and after a few years cattle farms became re-established, as the population grew, and more food was needed.

I can’t say for sure how political systems of a national nature went. I would suppose that when the population got to a certain point, something national would have to be created.

Just like in Old Testament times each one did what was right in his own eyes. They were their own keepers for a couple of generations. But in the end oppressors always arise. God was revered, but churches didn’t come back as they had been. People still waited for Messiah’s return.

It was all just a story. Just a dream, as it were.

I wonder how close to reality it might be.

all of it so far: Epilogue to the Plandemonium.docx