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02/06/00 How Dead Is Dead? By Eddie Nambulous Hola, Rowdy Riffers on the word Paranoia. Today’s subject is a brainy one – not so easy to answer, but then again easy is boring, and Crazy Eddie has never been accused of that! Here’s a challenge meant to probe your most fundamental belief system on the subjects of life, death and possibly even faith. I ask you this, loyal readers – How dead is dead? Allow me to clarify for those less familiar with the train of thought known as the Nambulous Express. I’m asking you the age old question of what happens to our souls when we leave our toned-and-tucked, lesser selves? Are we gone for good? Are we cruising an astral reality? Can we communicate from the grave? Here’s the simple gist -- Do the dead talk when they’ve got something to say? Whaddaya think people? It’s a subject I’ve mused on between my thinking on quantum physics, the power of the java bean, and the odd but surprisingly refreshing ascension of one of television’s most beloved daytime, hosts to a prime-time, game-show God. Until this week, I never had an answer (about the dead talking thing that is). There were ideas and notions, but let’s face it, unless you believe in Shirley Maclaine, there ain’t much proof. At least until Foster encountered Chloe Wells, a waitress in Craston, Rhode Island, who got hit by a car and suddenly became the living, breathing, audio-tape version of the Nostradamus book we’ve been using to kick some Gua ass from here to the milky way. Foster had been having a crisis of faith, friends. Not because he didn’t feel your love – never fear, I’m here to assure him of that. No, Foster was simply being plagued by a tried-and-true brain wrangler – Why him? Cade wanted to figure out Chloe’s connection to our favorite prophet. And when he did, he finally got to ask the big kahuna everything he wanted to know. The answers only confirm what we already believed. What we’re doing -- hunting down the Gua, fighting them week to week, becoming aware and spreading Foster’s word – it’s the only way to win. Foster heard it straight from the horses mouth. Nostadamus pushed the boundaries of what we all know about life and death and gave Cade a bona fide affirmation. Foster can save us, he just has to keep trying. So is that an answer to any of the questions I posed up top? Don’t know, can’t say. Nostadamus isn’t the best test subject, he doesn’t follow the rules – those who heed his words know that for sure. And, as we’ve discussed here ad infinitum, things are often not what they seem. A note today before I sign off to continue with the daily groove and grind of Foster and I vs. the Gua. Thanks for your messages, for keeping in touch and for pushing the limits. We have strength in numbers and our numbers are definitely growing, so continue spreading the word to any you might influence. "Believe the Unbelievable" -- it’s a motto that will serve you well, and maybe even make you a few friends along the way. READ CADE'S CORRESPONDING JOURNAL
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