I wanted to start the story of the total eclipse of the sun 1999 with a German getting back to Stuttgart, not knowing about the pending total eclipse of the sun and being a little surprised. This would only work if he had been away an awful long time and had no contact to the media. Since the whole thing supposed to have an ironic feel of reality, we have to take our star from one of the scientologicist eclipse disbelieves from a small cult of sun worshiping freaks in Southern California who have broken from the schism of their sub cult and have sworn against media manipulation and all forms of education. Back to the times of Jesus, our last famous, Earth rocking eclipse.

Before I tell you the story, I have one pizza bread. that's my excellent tomato pasta sauce really, with a bit of cheese, something I seldom eat, on it. If you want, I can give you a rough rn down on the sauce ingredients, but not here. Here we stick to the end of the world total eclipse of the sun 1999 in Stuttgart Germany as witnessed by this fellow we described already once.

And Erotica from Beethoven is the background music. As I write and for the story.

So with no further ado, as they might say, I go off, what Richy tells me I'm doing all the time.

It starts back in California in a wooden and tin hut made of scraps from the radioactive land fill sight where they, the inhabitants of this paradise of freedom, are seldom bothered by the outside world, in fact, never.

Or hero was born on this radio active land fill site and had no knowledge of the outside world. All he knew was the tales of his village, most of which focused on the end of the world, hell fire death wrath of God sometime very soon on the planet of evil non repenting creatures.

His concept of the world was somewhat limited. He would almost fall into the category of uninformed.

But this is an unimportant fact, for he has faith and he believes in a future with a pending end. this is a little different than simply being aware that you are mortal. But philosophy aside, he had a vision.

He envisioned he had talked to God while drinking some liquid out of a container that was marked 'Battery Acid'. He knew that acid came form orange juice boxes with at least 20% real. Or something like that. It was always listed in the program of ingredients.

"Holy Shit!"
"No."
"You ain't Holy Shit?"
"No."
"You ain't one of those entropies?"
"Entities, you sod."
"Wow! Even cooler."
"Listen to my word."
"Okay, give it to me."
"Fuck off."
"Which one, that's two."
"Take your stinking ass out of this land and make a trip."
"I'm not tripping now?"
"No, you are festering in a wasteland."
"Really?"
"Just go."
"Leave this place?"
"I expel you from this dump!"

Our hero woke up three days later, out of his comma, in a pool of vomit and coughed up blood.

"Hey."
"Entropy?"
"No, it's me, Blue Moon."
"Oh, and who am I?"
"You're my silly brother, don't you want to play? All you do is lay about."
"I'm not dead?"
"No, Silly, you just drank the poison stuff again. You know you shouldn't. Mom doesn't like it."
"I'm old enough."
"You're not old enough not to have a mom. Only when you are old like her do you have no mom."
"I don't need a mom."
"Everyone needs a mom."
"Not me."
"You too."
"Not me."
"Let's play smash the bottle."
"No more playing, I'm going."
"Oh, you always go."
"No, not like this, I have had a vision from the entropy. He has told me to go."
"Don't go."
"I must go. We are like men living in a cave seeing reflected shadows of imitations of what is real."
"You should listen to mom."
"I go."

Well, to keep this from becoming a novel, we'll skip through his enormous adventure before he finally reached Stuttgart.

It's sort of like my first novel now that I think of it, so just read that and take some acid not from a battery and think about it. Then you will believe me when I say he finally stepped off the ship, the one he was working on, in Stuttgart. A little geography lesson for our Auslander friends, oh, that's me. Look up Sonnen Fensternes 1999 in the web, you find Stuttgart.

"What a lovely land. Here will I raise my kingdoms. The stars in the sky are sand."

No one answered. Partly because of the language barrier, partly because they were on their way to the total eclipse of the sun 1999 open air concert party.

"You people are all mad!"

Our hero walked until he found a bench and laid down on it to sleep. It had been a long hard journey since he left his home. He had eaten very little for he found so few waist dumps on the ocean on the wy over. When they passed floating field of radioactive food wastes, the captain never stopped to let him search about in a little boat.

So not only was he not informed of the pending eclipse, he was hungry, tired, had jet lag and missed his little sister.

A bottle smashed.

He woke thinking he was home with his sister.

He wasn't. The sun was out but it was out. He had stared at the sun long enough to know the sun was bright yellow like the chicken on one of the soup cans he used to use to drink his anti freeze with.

"The sun is out!"
"Ya! Da sun ist aut." a passerby screamed in drunken cheer.
"The sun is out and the coming of the Lord is at hand!"
No one paid attention. They were used to drunken tourist from America and were expecting a few nutters to fly in to witness the natural party day, the turning off of the sun so let's get stoned or drunk and stare at the eclipse and have a really good time.

It was too much for our hero.

He flipped his lid, as they say, and rent his clothes from his body in disgust and cried, "Repent or burn in Hell!"
"Noch hier wirds hell," someone said to him.
"Armageddon is upon us. The wrath of God..."

Okay, now we are straying from fiction too much and moving into beginners course on prophecy.

"Are you studying prophecy?"
"Ya, I have a good Prof. this year."
"Your final report?"
"Ya, I got a C+ on it."
"Not bad, no, that's not so bad."
"Thanks."
"What was your theme for your thesis?"
"I kept it supper to the point and completely specific. It was a little risky; rather than all this vague shit, or this self made prophecy that someone else has to read about and execute. It goes right to the element of writing in the chance element without getting someone to actually act it out."
"And you only got a C+?"
"He said I could have developed it."
"Tell me your prophecy."
"Okay. A friend helped me."
"Just tell it."
"We worked it out lie this: "If some whacked out imbecile from another continent steps off the boat in Stuttgart in the morning of the 1999 total eclipse of the sun, he might think it was the end of the world and the wrath of God was coming down."
"You are out of your tree."
"Yah, maybe a long shot, but I got a C+"
"You could have had a V8."

Ah yes, we brake for commercial support. Or in this case, I brake to take a brake because I have other things to do and to tell the truth, I can only write about what the truth is, don't get excited, I mean a vision of my concept of an artistic impression of it's appearance. So I will wait to here what happened in Stuttgart on the 11th of August, 1999. If:

Panic brakes out. American cult victim lashes out injuring 36 people and himself even more.