Sunday, January 08, 2017


  As the new year is nineteen days old, the new story of mankind begins, one of rebirth and passion and life abundant. Our story is finally rebooted, returning to its origin, its great, primitive past.
  In the sense I would even want to be a part of a big organization/party it would have to be a truly radical Green Party, a deep ecological movement, but something like that doesn’t exist right now, anywhere. There are scattered hints of it, but no more than that.
  Such a movement would have to work for nothing less than a total rejection and abandonment of today’s life-hostile local, national and global society or it would be counter-productive, useless, working again its own purpose. It and its members need to be a force of its own, able and willing and dedicated to stand against the massive foul wind of the modern society and fight without pretense and modesty, with all possible means for its demise.
  One casual glance at today’s world screams of the fundamental necessity for such a movement. It should also be a deep-felt desire in us all. My claim is that it is. We just need to throw off the poisonous blanket of civilization strangling and smothering us at every turn in order to reach our true self.

  Yes, such a creature exists, beneath all the brainwashing and conformity, and we should embrace it with everything we are.

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Second (or third) author’s word - Thunder Road: Ice and Fire

  Publishing this at the start of a new year is quite fitting.
  It suddenly dawned on me recently, when I sat there with Thunder Road: Ice and Fire, the fifteenth book I’ve published in six years that not only have I become a seasoned author, but also a seasoned publisher.
  I’ve also become an experienced editor, which I see as more than a little ironic, but my guess, as a fairly experienced human being is that life is filled with such moments.
  It was a slow process, spanning many years, with many small victories and ongoing progress. For some reason I really struggled with the editing and final touch this time. It is my second longest novel, 220 000 words and that probably played a part in my struggles, but there were other factors as well, like this being one of my most ambitious projects and such. It wasn’t exactly hard or difficult, just extensive and demanding. It took me months and two postponements from the original publication date to complete the finishing touch.

  I’ve got tons of extra material on the website for this one, so much accumulated information. As stated I could have written a novel with a million words with all the source material available. A lot of what isn’t in the book is on the website. Humanity’s immediate future is described in the book and why is described in more detail on the companion pages. As usual the site is both for those who have and haven’t read the novel, both an introduction and a companion to the book. I didn’t have to write most of it, since I’ve already done that the last twenty-five years and published it both on and off the Internet. I did research in various forms when writing the novel, but most of it was/is my life, things that have been an integrated part of me my entire adult life. The research was mostly additions to what I already knew intimately. I’ve been an environmental activist for at least thirty years. The story, though I certainly struggled, like I always do, with the plot and its consistency practically wrote itself.
  Even if each story is also an exploration, a great journey into the unknown, you write about what you know and often write better about what you know best.
  Even if I’ve had the story on paper for twenty years and in my head even longer the extensions and also most recent extensions helped me go even deeper into the material. I’ve also had more time to develop and complete the website, more time with everything, period. And on the even more positive side, I’ve probably created millions of new brain cells and neural pathways because of it.
  Some of my books have waited decades to be published, while others may be published the same year the writing is complete, that’s just how it is.
  Thus speaks the veteran author/artist and publisher.

  I’m proud to claim that this is the ultimate survivalist story. The people described in the novel plan for the collapse, but the unexpected happens, and they’re forced down an even harder path.
  My novel isn’t about the end of civilization. It isn’t a story from the end of civilization. It is the end of civilization…

Tuesday, December 13, 2016


  A shout of desperation from a climate change denier. Sample from my novel Thunder Road - Ice and Fire:

  People hugged each other and cheered, and were once again ready to rebuild their lives following the old, destructive pattern.
  – It’s not over, Damon cried out to them, not to his tribe.
  They stopped and stared at him as if they didn’t see him, anxious and angry.
  – Do you truly believe this is what we saw on the satellite images, or that it is sufficient to explain the giant black cloud? He spoke with venom in his voice. – Are you truly so lacking in basic rational thinking?
  They stared at the wild beast in their midst and didn’t dare doing what they wanted to do. They wanted to tear him to pieces, but only stood there and glared at the ground.
  A man stepped outside what was clearly his house and stopped on its stairs. Sea water reached him to his legs. He didn’t seem to notice that his feet had become wet.
  – It’s only natural variations, he choked, – nothing but NATURAL VARIATIONS
  A man stepped closer to Damon. He looked fairly bright and rational.
  – I’ve heard things making it all even worse, he stated, glancing nervously at everyone, as if he feared they would attack him like wild animals at any moment.
  – Please, speak, Anya encouraged him.
  – I heard that the West Antarctic Ice Sheet has broken off from the mainland, completely broken off. That alone is sufficient to raise sea levels with at least six meters, right?
  – Is that recent? Myriam asked him.
  – It’s hard to tell these days, he replied. – I think they’ve set the news on repeat. There was a lot of other news as well, none of them good.

  – It’s only natural variations, the man on the stairs shouted, – nothing but NATURAL VARIATIONS

Tuesday, December 06, 2016

Kissinger and the Nobel Peace Prize Committee

  We in Stop NATO Norway have spoken a lot about Henry Kissinger lately, about the fact that the Norwegian Nobel Peace Prize committee has invited him to speak about… peace.
  To reiterate: A man who has actively contributed to war during a long life and to murder and torture of many millions of people has been invited to speak at an event supposed to promote peace, by a committee that according to its bylaws is supposed to encourage peaceful coexistence.
  We talked about it and wondered the most whether or not there was anyone worse than this man, one with an entire adult life in the eager service of war, and we struggled a bit with finding any.
  In something becoming a very «cheerful» meeting, we found quite a few upstarts that could be called Kissinger’s equals or at least are aspiring to his high-level status as warmonger and mass murderer.
  George W. Bush was suggested as a candidate for next year’s speaker/invitee, and Tony Blair, Benjamin Netanyahu, David Cameron, François Hollande, Hilary Clinton and similar are also excellent candidates…
  Jens Stoltenberg is a good local name to us Norwegians. He has strongly contributed to the growth of NATO influence in Europe and the world at large. He was Norwegian prime minister during the bombing of Libya, where Norwegian fighter jets were hard at work. The war propaganda against Russia has grown considerably in strength and volume in his time as general secretary. He supported Donald Trump’s demand that smaller member countries should contribute more to NATO and all those peace operations we keep hearing about.
  Perhaps they should give the peace prize to Obama again. He has been extremely active in his peace efforts since he received the prize the first time, active in Libya, Pakistan, Syria and many other places. This can be an annual tradition called the bomb and intervention club or something.
  Remember, it’s better with one bomb too many than one bomb too little, and an invasion or two a month make the war machine stay oiled and primed for new, exciting tasks.
  Henry Kissinger is clearly an inspiration to many of the younger, power hungry whippersnappers and we must also conclude he’s popular in the Nobel Peace Prize Committee. The latter should definitely come as a surprise to everyone, but unfortunately it doesn’t. The Committee has a long, sordid history of supporting US interests.
  There will be a protest in Oslo December 11, against Kissinger the war criminal and against the committee’s decision to have him as a speaker.

  PS The blog Uten Grenser (no limits or no boundaries), where I post all my Norwegian posts, including the Norwegian edition of this one has had 1400 visits from an undetectable source in the United States the last week, an extreme and improbable number at a blog receiving most of its visits from Norway.

Monday, December 05, 2016

We always knew it would end in violent delights

  And it’s great!
  What I most of all felt at the end of Westworld - the TV-show? I felt freedom, or at least a sense of it.
  A great payoff was given to us in the season finale, a magnificent ending of a magnificent season. The only regret is that it will hard to top this or even continue it. I hope I’m wrong, but they will probably scale it back down a bit.
  The plot with William that most viewers had long since solved was over and done early in the episode, and they could move on to the truly important stuff. Another well thought of decision. I love complex and ambitious stories and this is a doozy. It’s so far above almost everything else out there that whatever competition there might be is left far behind. I didn’t think they could pull it off. My expectation to the show before it began was hopeful but moderate. I couldn’t conceive of how they could make the story interesting, quite frankly, but they did, surpassing my expectations.
  Dolores is Wyatt, is the center at the end of the maze at the end of the story. What she had searched for all this time was… herself.
  The man in black, desperate to find a way out of his stale, cynical existence finally found that life was worth living.
  All the bullshit of current mankind is blown out of the water.
  I love it!
  Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton, and the adoring circles gathered around them loathe this.
  Among many things this is also great atheism. The god myth is explored and rejected. The Michelangelo painting was a great touch.
  The writers/creators show great imagination, far more so than Michael Crichton did in his rather unimaginative movie. They didn’t take it just one step beyond that, but many.
  This is cinema far beyond cinema and hopefully the future of visual storytelling. I said that it would be five years ago and I was right. Just to go to the theater and sit down for two hours is passé and has been for a very long time. This is how it’s supposed to be, how it should have been from the start.
  Anyone with a camera and somewhat decent equipment can do it, perhaps not with this one’s «production value» (another long since outdated industry expression), but still.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Author's Word (2016) - Thunder Road - Ice and Fire

  This, my second longest novel was originally completed in 2002, and it was ready for publication not long afterwards. I was very pleased with that version and still am for that matter.
  But I still know that I am taking it many steps beyond that as I translate and expand upon it. The narrative flow is much better. Fourteen years have passed, and I have learned even more and experienced so much more, and I can add bits and pieces from my later experiences as I go, and also change the overall story slightly, moving it towards something that is even closer to my original vision.
  It is the same story, but this is a different book, really.
  Looking at it, it’s amazing everything I see now that I didn’t see then.
  This is one of my third generation novels, unlike the fourth generation I’m currently writing.
  A lot of new knowledge has also been added about the human created climate change, even though I’m also pretty pleased about how the first version was in predicting the future. I and other people and scientists were right and those taking the cautious approach in their predictions were wrong: Reality, what is actually happening is far worse than those early official predictions.
  The story of the novel culminates in 2015, but that’s mostly due to its connection with Dreams Belong to the Night and its internal timeline. The story should be seen to take place «a few years from now».
  Most of what is described in the book has already happened in real life, though. Only the last few, decisive events have yet to occur.
  Dreams Belong to the Night was never meant to be the end of it. «Dreams» is about people challenging tyranny head on. This one is about them vanquishing it.
  I made a thorough study of Bergen before and during the writing of the story, studying old and new maps and noticing how far each spot was above the current sea level, stuff like that and more. It’s amazing to make such a study of a city I’ve known since birth, and realize that there was a lot I didn’t know.
  One curious fact is that the length of chapters varies dramatically. Usually, in other books they’re close to the same length.
  I had originally planned two more books in the series. Then I decided I would never do them, that I would give my other books and projects priority instead, but while redoing this one, the desire to do the rest of the story has re-emerged. Sigh…
  Excitement grew as I approached the ending of this book.
  This is not a warning. It’s a celebration. Civilization is collapsing and the characters, the author and the aware readers are all doing the happy dance. It’s cold, hard reality, not a fairytale, but still an optimistic story, exactly because humanity says a roaring NO to what has oppressed us all for so long.
  This story clearly differs significantly from other collapse stories. There’s nothing of the usual praise for what is Going Away, but on the contrary a pure joy of what is returning to human life.

  «In the embers of the century, we are drawn to a glow. We crave the white heat of technology, while our hearts are growing cold». Tilda Swinton - Visions of heaven and hell - UK Channel Four 1994

 Völuspá - the poetic Edda - two interpretations:

 I recall of giants from primordial times.
 Those who gave me birth in former days:
 Nine worlds I can reckon, nine huge expanses,
 And the glorious tree of the world, deep under the ground

 I tell of giants from times forgotten.
 Those who fed me in former days:
 Nine worlds I can reckon, nine roots of the tree.
 The wonderful ash, way under the ground

                                                            Earth First slogan

  They say that those living by the sword will die by the sword, and there is something to that, inevitably, since the chances of dying early are certainly increasing. I’m certainly not romanticizing anything here.
  But those same people don’t say much about what will happen to people not living by the sword, not wielding a sharp blade when it’s called for, when it’s desperately needed.
  Today, today, it’s desperately needed, not by the meek soldier, the eager puppet of tyranny, but by the true warrior, by those using any available and unavailable weapon or given method in order to end tyranny, by those hungering for freedom beyond words, beyond reason, by those eager to see all tyrannies crumble to dust, by those burning by a desire to see the entire, irredeemable current human society be washed away, until only its ashes remain.
  Passion, one almost consuming you, one mostly lacking in those seeking peace no matter the price, is burning in those living and dying by the sword…
  Peace is for the grave, a pipe and wrong dream, and will only rarely touch the warrior in twilight.
  Somewhere, somewhen a hand shaking in fire is picking up the bloodstained blade.

  Amos Keppler
  April 1, 1994 - August 22, 2002
  215. night 12057
  In the second year in the time of the Twilight Storm

  Revision of story and English translation
  December 29, 2010 - June 20, 2016
  181. night 12061

  In the sixteenth year in the time of the Twilight Storm

  The book is for sale at Amazon and AmazonUK and Barnes & Noble and The Book Depository and basically all over the world.

The novel will be published December 21, 2016

Monday, November 07, 2016

Internet mood

  During my first years on the Internet twenty years ago I met up with several people, among them one guy living in the Amazonian jungle. At least he was claiming he was doing it and he posted photographs regularly to match his claim. I lost contact with him after a time and never regained it. I’ve always wondered what happened to him. I had long, nightly conversation with a New Orleans witch. There were many others. Friendly and unfriendly people were right there, at my fingertips. They still are! It was one of my motivations in the first place to join in on the «Internet Craze».I wanted first and foremost to meet people with common interests, and I did.

  I sit here in a chair, in front of a monitor, visiting the world. I talk with people on other continents, visit distant cities and countries.
  It’s a bad exchange for true travel, but still filled with great moments. In spite of my stated distrust and disgust of advanced technology, it’s impossible to not be grabbed by something like that. I keep meeting people I would never have met otherwise and to those of us with our humanity pretty much intact, in spite of the dehumanizing processes dominating today’s society that feels even greater. We’re encouraged to travel and meet up with people in real life, and we do. It becomes real, can be real if we make it so, if we in truth make it a part of the real world and not make the real world a part of the fake world.
  The Internet can never and should never be the most important part of our life, but it can add to it, become a great supplement, adding to the joy we have breathing real air, step on real soil and meet flesh and blood people. It turned out to be something special because it grew into that great meeting place for freedom and free expression of thought. Those in charge didn’t want that. It grew in spite of them, in spite of all their wishes into something they wish to corrupt and destroy.

  So, yes, it turned out to be something valuable.