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|Ether, God and Devil|
|I||The Workshop of Orgonomic Functionalism||3|
|II||The Two Basic Pillars of Human Thought: "God" and "Ether"||13|
|III||Organ Sensation as a Tool of Natural Research||53|
|IV||Animism, Mysticism, and Mechanistics||77|
|V||The Realm of the Devil||121|
|VI||Cosmic Orgone Energy and "Ether"||139|
|I||Stage and Meadow||165|
|II||Survey on Man's Roots in Nature||173|
|III||The Function of Superimposition||181|
|IV||The Living Orgonome||193|
|V||Superimposition in Galactic Systems||225|
|VI||The Ring of the Aurora Borealis, R--76||239|
|VII||The Meaning of R--76||249|
|VIII||The Rooting of Reason in Nature||277|
|Bibliography of Works by Reich on Orgone Energy||299|
Posted December 31, 2013
Posted December 30, 2013
Posted December 30, 2013
(Thank you, Jenna)
I blinked. It was still there. Presents, wrapped in red and green. "Am I still dreaming?"
"It's real." Jasmine was pulling a piece of rope out of her sweatshirt. "I saved this from when you guys came." She fashioned it into a sort of lasso and looped it around one that clearly said JASMINE, then RYDER, then PENELOPE.
I looked at her. "When did you learn /that/?"
"I don't know." Jasmine pulled open hers. "Whoa!" She almost dropped it.
"What is it?" Penny spat another piece of rope out of her mouth, and I was surprised to see she had knawed through at least half of the ropes.
Wordlessly, Jasmine held up a long dagger and unsheathed it. Jewels such as rubies, emeralds, saphires, and amethysts were imbedded in the golden hilt. The surface was silver and polished to a shine. Then she reached into the box again. "Whoa!" She shouted again. A bow and a quiver, filled with arrows.
"Where did this come from?" I used my feet to pull mine towards me.
"Santa Claus!" Penny squealed.
"It does make sense," Jasmine said thoughtfully. "I doubt the crazy kidnapper people would care enough to give us presents."
"True." I used my teeth to rip open the package and got a paper cut on my tongue. "Ow!" Then I saw the actual gift. "A sword? What the?" Like Jasmine's dagger, stones were implanted in the golden hilt and the blade sharp and made of a sturdy silver material. I could see my face in it, and was surprised by how weary I looked.
A clanking noise followed my exclaimation. Jasmine's chains fell to the floor, and she got to her feet, stretching. "Oh, that feels good!" She inspected her dagger. "This could be useful."
"Um, little help here?" I jerked my head towards my chains.
"Oh, right." Jasmine swung the dagger, and it cleaved through the metal like warm cheese.
I rubbed my wrists. "Thanks, Jaz."
"Hey! Don't forget about me! My feet are alseep!" Penny called out.
Seeing how frayed the rope was, I pulled at it, and she fell into my arms. "Thank you!" She said sweetly. "Now put me down!" She squirmed free and ran to her gift. It was small, containing a vial filled with a blue liquid. A note was attached, saying, 'Healing vial. Use in emergencies. From, Santa. P. S. Now you three had better believe!'
I put her down and exchanged a glance with Jasmine. I put my hand on the wall. "There aren't any exits or entrances that I can see. We might have gotten out, but how will we you know, get out?"
Then something flew through the wall and onto the floor, and I realized things just got complicated.