Greg Goble: The Collected Works

Prologue
Cause and effect is our sacred friend
Things done because of previous acts is our enemy
It’s all the same for now and forever
When a man’s blood is replaced,
Is his soul washed away?
Is the life that was saved still his?
Can a man be himself
When that dress just doesn’t fit right?
To die with pride and honor is glory.
To survive with cowardice is to live.
Responsibility falls upon those who execute the effect.
Imagination must be a cause.
Good and bad are each an effect,
Inflicted from quite the same cause.
The ends could justify the means
But the meaning of the cause will never justify
A bad ends.



















The Witch’s Truth

It is the year one thousand seven hundred seventy, the date, September the twenty-eighth. My name is Grathol Goline, I am known as the Black Witch. I am accused of arson and of murder, and am to be hanged at dawn of this morning. Those who have accused me of these dreadful crimes will never understand the glory behind my acts, not until I have opened their minds. They will soon see that everything until now has been for their benefit. When they watched as I killed the British Soldier and drained the blood that pumped through his veins out from beneath the nails of his toes, as they watched and inhaled the stench of his burning entrails; would they not realize that it was a message to them. That it is only a small dose of what this future country will do to England. Then, when I engulfed the church in the black flames of tormented trust, they watched in horror as all they could think about was their precious god. But my act was not one of religious crusade. This was to prove to those dogmatic fools that god is as fictitious as the Pagan figures of Greek and Roman mythology. Now I will open their mind’s horizons. Then these thankless beings will open their eyes and see the wonders that I have done for them.
“Damn you all for your blindness! Can you not see my brilliance, the salvation that I will give you all?” As I plead with them one last time hoping that they will understand; I can see in their eyes the hate and misunderstanding that they have all shown before. “Then I have no choice.” I reach far into my powers bringing them to my now sweaty and heat stricken fingertips. The air becomes a little thinner as things such as love are easily swept away, and I open their minds to hate and atrociousness, showing them the truth it can bring in every being and every soul that I can find.
The executioner acts first, he cuts my noose, now realizing my innocence. Not only this, but he also realizes that I have done them all a favor, as will the rest once this truth reaches their souls. For when the mind is opened to its own evils, it is also opened to deadly reality. This reality is usually hidden by the kindness of people’s own hearts. It causes them to lie and believe things that are otherwise unbelievable, all for the sake of making others happy. This sickening ritual is what makes all men weak, it is why they decide that they must say something is nice when they don’t believe it. It is what causes them to seek religions, which give explanations through stories instead of experimenting to find the truth.
Religion has blinded these people’s perception. They have adopted a belief that does not allow them to get ahead in the future, but convinces them to stop when they are happy, instead of looking for a better way. They listen to tales which supposedly tell them how to act and who is their leader. They talk of their beliefs in a grand master of all things. These are the same people that set aside the Pagan beliefs, but I ask, is this any better? They speak of a god that wills all, but they do not look at what they themselves can and will accomplish in this great world of ours. They speak of a heaven and of a hell, but it is only to comfort their fear of what is after death. They cannot accept that beyond life is death, that there is only extinction, and no one can hide behind lies to soften that truth. For beyond life there is no mystery of what becomes of us, for no longer is there a person, there is but a body which has done nothing but prove its mortality. These eventualities are what these people have feared, but now their minds are opened, they must accept the truths of all.
Now, the rest of the town is open to the reality that evil conveys. I see them turn on each other, and reveal their true feelings toward one another. As blood rushes out of mens’ hearts and onto the ground, it becomes clear exactly how much hate can be locked away when need be. Sasha Tron, the mayor of this town, now bears a knife on her own sheriff. As she raises the knife, the blood of pure hatred can be seen running wildly through her eyes. She slashes down on this man who has foiled her plans to steal town money again and again. She becomes a maniac, slashing and hacking at the surprised victim. The blood runs from his chest and boils on the ground, and now the stench of Truth wafts through the air. The slaves, treated so badly throughout their lifetimes, finally rise in revolt against their cruel masters. Their pitchforks and hoes, once a slaver’s tool, now become the weapons of rebellion. They lunge at their vastly outnumbered masters with the hatred of Truth. The truth that these people are equal in every way to those they once called master. Now blood gushes in more areas as truth turns to hate and hate to bloodshed. This great unrelenting carnage comes from revealing truth and evil in the hearts and souls of men.
It will start here and now. Religion and myth will step back, and science and study shall strive forward. The future of all humans will be filled with glorious advancements. Man will now look for answers instead of excepting myths. He will search for truth where he had previously confided in a god. Ends of means will soon become the beginning of new extremes. All these things shall bring questions and technology the likes of which shall never be forgotten.

But wait, what is this? Have I, could I have missed one? He is a slave with many wounds and a look of hate inside his soul. He has seen much evil and knows truth from lie. Yet he comes at me with vengeance in his eyes, and a heart of stone, which neither love nor evil can penetrate. His truth shines bright, yet he strives forward as if to defend the very thing he hates.
“Naive witch!” He cries, “Do you not see the wrong that will come from what you have done?! Do you not see the consequence of your actions? Do you not see what evil and massacre shall come?”
“I only see truth,” I answer, “and in that truth will come the future, and the future shall keep us from drooping into the past.”
“But in showing them truth, you have taken away their hope.”
“In taking their hope, I have given them the knowledge to advance.”
“Knowledge is nothing without faith and happiness. You cannot take from them that which separates man from the badger and the wolverine. Humans cannot be expected to advance without their humanity. Stripping away their civility only denies them the chance of a better world.”
“Enough! I now control the future of all men, and I alone will decide their fate.” This man has come forward to defend something he believes in. I very much admire that; but he has crossed me and that I hate. This man must be punished for his actions, and I will see that it is done thoroughly. As I open the winds of fury, I command them to converge and entrap this one lonely fighter of the “Old Justice”. An old justice on which all who have fought for it have fought for belief and not for purpose. Now this one lonely soldier will pay for trying to interfere. As the winds surround him, he tries to brake free, but I, the Black Witch, increase my hold and his struggles stop. He shall no longer be a nuisance to my new order, but the first in a long line of lower class people.
“And now slave Cront, you will see what is to become of you. For one thousand generations your race will be looked down upon, and will be tormented by others for your failure. Your people will pay a dear price for your lack of vision. They will stand out, not only in their color, but on their character. They will be beaten, and through beating they will be separated farther from the rest of this new humanity. This is what all after you shall suffer for your insolence and frailty of failure.”
As evil spreads throughout the world, the future of man is drastically changed. He will explore the stars, and discover strange new things. He will create inventions that seem impossible right now. He will think and ponder instead of praying and accepting. Science will overcome obstacles now thought of as impossible. He will look to his brain and not to a fictional god.


































Epilogue
As the future becomes reality the human race has divided into two distinct yet mixed categories. One which has sunk back to believing in a god which creates and determines all things, living and dead. This same group relies on prayer and sacrifice for all its needs. The second now asks questions, gathers information, and relies on evidence and conclusion for what it claims is the truth. Yet, each has taken on certain characteristics of the other. Those who rely on prayer, use technology to broadcast their beliefs to others. Those who seek evidence may pray in times of crisis, but only out of hope and not real faith.
Good has come out of what happened in that day, but as in most things where good is intended, evil always manages to appear without its want. This evil has now appeared in warfare. With asking questions man has discovered new poisons and new weapons so powerful they can destroy the entire earth. These are the evils which can be created when ones vision is veiled by the dark screen of success, and possible evils are not seen.