Omen for Ice {Juries}

A Story by Abishai100

Adaptation of the Gregory Peck 'AntiChrist' dark-classic about inventions in Earth realm 'shock' invoking holograms/allusions of (actual) field goals for doubt.

The Omen (Gregory Peck) adaptation. Happy Weekend,

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced work and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translation).

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"I was doing just fine. I had become a junior-hockey league coach and my wife an ice-games cheer/sweep lady (in the American Homeland). I had become a happy American immigrant-turned-citizen patriot of incomplete-arts for Selfie age comforts and pillows when I sensed something jagged in a dream-vision, in which I felt the coming of the AntiChrist, adversary of Earth realm. I had a vision this adversary was a humanoid 'spirit' infused in the physical skeleton of a man bloody-murdered; and the adversary 'mutated' (somehow) into a visible media-universe celebrity advocate for capitalism arms and competition vanities. It was as if the AntiChrist had become a manifest-avatar of things we feel silently uneasy about when we visit a cemetery (Facebook-like)."

"Why would a hockey coach have such a vision, you're maybe asking yourself (here/now)? I write this re-tell in a time-capsule to bury in my backyard (in the American Homeland). Perchance a future-Earth archaeologist makes 'discovery' of the loose metaphysics of my Selfie-age of arts of comforts and paranoia made by the jitters of globalism customs and connectivity. This 'AntiChrist' came to me. It was in a vision of adversarial languages concerning the life-culture of competition and sportsmanship destabilization; and he advocated stories of overconfidence and gambling cascading into personalized mind-images of Earth wide nation-bloc betrayals, destroying our Facebook-love of jardinieres-cinema (Munich, etc.)."

"I was doing just fine. I didn't want (any of) this! My wife, my darling-bride, ice-lady of the West (American Homeland) didn't appreciate this omen at all (either!). However, we felt this compulsion to do something about these visions, which I shared to her for incomplete-pillows quest (ha). We did our best, our very best for our Selfie-age of all things of sportsmanship/cinema (Facebook-like!)."

READER: This is nonsense; the New Testament only gives 'loose' translations.

ME: The AntiChrist is part of the texture-interpretation of Revelation, friend!

READER: Your blogs about cinema/Selfie culture folded to make customs-Hell?

ME: Surely something to consider about the 'troubles' of manmade contracts!

READER: A hockey-coach frightening folks online about capitalism's arms, pal?

ME: I'm not the AntiChrist...this is a matter for things of (simple) fiction-smile.

READER: There's no real AntiChrist...only capitalism's manmade topology, pal.

ME: We mustn't be so overconfident about our grip on the qualia of paranoia.

READER: That's all you're selling here, pal...worldly paranoia (Selfie-like).

ME: Only for leviathan/uncertainty (in forms for jesters), friend (ok).

"My wife and I did the very-best we could, using worldly resources like WiFi to reach-out to the mass audiences on social media about cautionary 'consciousness' concerning those pesky incomplete-arts of religion-mythos adaptation to everyday Selfie-like for comforts and pillows (wow). Sure, there was much 21st-Century 'troubles' like 9/11, the impeachment of Donald Trump, the Coronavirus, and a near-nuclear fright concerning North Korea...and it all felt like Facebook-conversation, but my wife/I could find 'confidence' if we addressed how our 'AntiChrist' vision would reflect an Earth world fright concerning things of tremors cast by 'manmade' towers (for the Ego)."

READER: An ice gun paranoia, for an ice-hockey coach is good smilies, friend!

ME: I assure you, this fanzine-piece cites potential energy of liquid nitrogen.

READER: You claim there's been invisible interest in development of ice-guns?

ME: There's some proof that capitalism fencing has made for 'unique' language.

READER: Soldiers securing capitalism safe-zones with new-weapon story-IQ?

ME: That's a horn of the AntiChrist, reader...inventive worldly genius (Hell).

READER: Facebook-like (fair for fare).

"My wife and I did the best we could, really. Though we never (actually!) identified who this 'half-invisible' AntiChrist would be, on Earth, we felt 'confident' that our social media work for storyboards cast the right-stuff shadow-consciousness for things that made capitalism/lifestyle and socialized mythos-share a high art for things of dread, uneasiness, cautiousness, self-comforts, evasion, policework, and of course...sportsmanship faerie jellyfish (for leviathan/uncertainty)."