The Helping Friendly Book - A Work of Fiction

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Preface

The Helping Friendly Book is the story of Icculus and his teachings. The name means that it is a record of how to maintain friendly relations in Gamehendge and in the surface society of the universe. This series of text is the only known account of Icculus and his promise to those lizard people that wish to explore his life. The Helping Friendly Book does not just tell a story. It asks that the reader make a decision and calls for active participation from those who choose to follow the text.

The different sections that make up the Helping Friendly Book were written by one person who acted out several different characters throughout his life through metaphor. Although the text does at times differ in written approach, a very positive and and common theme connects them all. This message is the love that Icculus had in both his violent and peace filled actions.

The text of the Helping Friendly Book tells the tale of the trials, praises, life conquests, and revitalizations of Icculus and the early citizens of Gamehendge. The last portion of the HFB is very complicated and separate from the rest of the text. Its main goal is to explain the destruction of Gamehendge by a traveling elder. This elder would eventually become to be known as Wilson. It does have a central theme. The theme is that the ability to preside over Gamehendge will always belong to the Lizard People and Those Who Worship The Water.

This translation from Lotuk to English has been prepared by the wookies who have traveled over the years following the message of the four preachers. As an obvious modern translation it tries to convey the message as accurately as possible.

A very brief introduction to each segment of the book will attempt to highlight the main themes throughout the text. Many improvements have been made to make the HFB easier to grasp in relation to modern lot politics.

The story of Icculus and his resolution of life in the parallel universe of Gamehendge lies within the context of each reader. One may choose to organize the lessons in one way. However, another one might have a completely different understanding of the story as he or she moves down another interpretive path. This is the power of literature. This is the power of Gamehendge. The quest of The Helping Friendly Book is to provide the reader with a world that will act as a supplement while they move through the world of the musical codex of human existence. The speakers are certainly speaking in code and we invite you to listen to the message that lies deep below the first layer that many think is the only one.

There is just one Helping Friendly Book…

Sincerely,

Just One.

#2

PART ONE

Captain Fairy Tinkle

Captain Fairy Tinkle tells the story that I am the chosen one…the one that was spoken of by Lizards through the use of the oral tradition. This story is not only for members of Gamehendge, among whom the Lizards are citizens, but for the universe as a whole. Captain Fairy Tinkle is the introduction to the many characters that I used to get this message across. It starts with the manifestation of my life as physical matter, describes in some detail my life as a supernatural entity, and culminates with my work throughout Gamehendge and abroad. The text of Captain Fairy Tinkle records my adventures all the way up to the events that would lead me to discover marijuana, culminating in the texts first description of third eye enhancement. Captain Fairy Tinkle portrays this plant as a wise and noble teacher, who not only acts as a star gate but also grows with the reader and ultimately proclaims that the Kingdom is all of ours…Not just the previously anointed. Much of my work is gathered into somewhat synchronized phrases.

Those That Created My Life

A vast number of factors exist that went into the creation of my life. We must acknowledge that a giant storm brought my arrival…and a large noise from the machine that was made by Project Ovumtron…

This is how my arrival has come to pass. The great machine was orbiting the land that we would come to know as Gamehendge, but before it would land, the pilots had found out that this area that they were above lacked certain organization and was vacant of any sort of soul…That is to say any sort of soul that they could define. Mark was a pilot who always tried to do the right thing although his cameras were usually to blame for getting in the way of his ego. However, the birth of his new child was something that he knew he had to embrace. This was the region that his child was born for and the mission was clear. Engage! While he was orbiting the land that would come to be known as Gamehendge, the higher authorities suggested that he not try to sabotage the mission regardless of his attachment to his child. I was this child. It was his mission to prepare the foreign citizens of each planet for contact. This is the way that it had been executed since our recorded history. For it is by our work that all mysteries shall be revealed in this foreign land. This was the hardest thing that my father would ever have to let go.

“Icculus will arrive with the coming storm and he will act ethically upon his new land. He will call this land Gamehendge. He will adopt the Lizard People and Those Who Worship The Water. He will save them from tyranny for now until the end of time.”
His landing happened in order to fulfill the prophecy of the storm from space who said, “A baby born of the green blood will come to be known as Icculus. He will embrace the land of the Lizard People. He will call this place Gamehendge.”

Then, Mark simulated the tempest that would mask his craft from the general inhabitants.

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Then, Mark simulated the tempest that would mask his craft from the general inhabitants.
Mark simulated the storm that would hide his craft upon the landing and brought upon this despondent place a great student, as his birthright had suggested. They would do what they had always done at this time in their culture. The visitors would tattoo the name of the child upon my newborn spine.

The first Visitation

I was stationed in the center of the land that would come to be known as Gamehendge from the craft that was cloaked in the storm, during the time that was dark and miserable between the Lizard people. Soon after the storm, some Lizards who had a reputation as mystics came to the center to study me and asked the witnesses, “Where did this creature come from? We saw the torrent and we have come to help.” When the craft and the storm vanished the Lizards were scared and visibly apprehensive. They proclaimed that “our messages have gone out into space…They have answered our questions with this gift.”

So the mystics called all of the citizens to the rhombus and studied the storm in great detail. Then, the head mystic sent the rest of his peers with specific instructions: “Take this gift and give it residence on top of the mountain. Guard him and this home as if it were one of your own. Make a great shelter out of the resources of our land and offer up all of your value to what we now know. Our messages have been answered.” The legion of mystics set out and watched the storm vanish into the depths of space. When the storm left they had many questions. They made their way to the mountain with this gift and it was at this time when they first saw the word Icculus tattooed on my back. They got to the top of the mountain and began to build the great structure that would become my home.

The Mystics Vanish

After the shelter was built, a storm appeared out of the west. Lights previously unknown to these Lizards would present themselves with intensity and sublime function. The storm made her way over the mountain and hovered for a long period of time. From the clouds arose a voice unlike anything they had ever heard. The expression proclaimed:

“From the sky we have come to present you with harmony. Rise up and exhibit that you are not alone in this universe. Behold Icculus.”

The mystics stood up and in an instant vanished from the top of the mountain. It has come to pass that these mystics were actually taken inside the ship that was hiding in the clouds in order to better explain the mysteries of their land. Eventually the head mystic grew paranoid and sent a party out to the mountain. Upon the arrival of this party, I had drawn out in the dirt with my fingers exactly what had happened to the group of mystics. The storm was still hovering at this point and out of the sky fell one of the Lizards that had vanished. He verified everything that I had written in the dirt. The new group that had been sent out in the name of the head mystic plunged to their knees and gave homage to what they had witnessed. The storm left and the Lizards continued construction.

#4

:wtf:

#5

Thanks for the content Smokey - It really added a lot to the discussion.

#6

:wave:

#7

It’s fiction

#8

^ or is it?

#9

Very unoriginal! :wave:

#10

:thumbup:

#11

An argument can be made that every song Phish has ever written was part of Gamehendge. It depends on how deep you want to go with all of this stuff.

#12

or if one has consumed just one too many drops of L

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The head Lizard at this time was convinced that he was being lied to by the citizens and was growing more and more paranoid with the passing days. He didn’t believe anything that he was being told and acted out as if he was very unstable in his decision making. He set out to tarnish all of the mystics in order to reclaim what he had known in his warped mind to be a genuine sense of rule. Mark watched all of this happen in the comfort of his craft. The machine had predicted this very action as it had done many times before Gamehendge came into the scope.

“After the second storm a leader will turn on his people. You will lose your child to what will be known as Gamehendge. Many will witness the rise of Icculus on their own terms. The gift will be opened again and again. The musicians will play.”

The Proclamation of Mark the Pilot…My Father

At the moment in Gamehendge when the head elder would grow paranoid and power hungry, Mark the pilot, my father, hovered over the home of the elder in his ship (cloaked in the clouds of the now accepted storm) and started to speak to that which had turned dark in spirit. “The musicians will come and they will mark this spiritual journey in the new land,” he proclaimed, “because this is the key to universal contact!” These words scared the head elder and he began to shoot his cannon into the sky. This would have no effect on the magical craft. The machine is what I would later refer to when I would speak, “My home has come on a storm. Mark will prepare the great landing and will bring light to the nefarious ruler who has yet to appear.” This is the first mention of the dark king that was to come and steal this book that predates his rule. This is my prophecy.

Mark’s ship was made of a foreign material that was unknown to the members of Gamehendge. The members of his home land relied on him to act as the person that would ease the Lizards into the trials and tribulations that would soon follow. The Higher Authorities had proclaimed everything that would happen and it had been accurate up to this point. It bothered my father to have to be so close to me and so far at the same time. It was at this time when many of the Lizards would start to let curiosity take over and venture to the mountain for themselves. The majority of elders soon concluded that the head Lizard was plotting against them thanks to the warning by Mark and it came to be known that he had plans to kill me so that he could maintain control over the land that truly no one could own.

When Mark learned of this he said to the head Lizard while cloaked in the storm, “You cannot stop the coming visitation. When he first arrived you proclaimed Icculus as a gift and now you plot against him. Your peers will see through you. My son will give them a sign.” At this very moment I would begin to once again draw in the dirt on the top of the mountain. This time I drew a goblet with a Lizard buried underneath the fertile earth. The Lizards that were guarding me were completely baffled. How did I know that Lizards were buried in the ground with goblets upon death? This information was not given to me by the Lizard People. Again, they dropped to their knees and gave homage to what they had witnessed. They begged and pleaded for me to elaborate.

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Or if one just doesn’t have an imagination and is unwilling to embrace other people for being different.

#15

Wave that freak flag high!

If I was into reading more than two lines of anything, I would. Maybe one of these days… :thumbup:

#16

Having an imagination and willingness to embrace others differences is also unoriginal.

#17

I wish I had yours. I stopped playing the HFB is real game when I was younger. Plus, you need to be more creative.

I think The Sloth called, he wants his thoughts back.

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Nobody is playing the HFB book is real game. Read the subject header. It is a work of fiction. We all know the word fiction…Right?

What’s with all the negativity? I get that standard operating procedure on phish message boards is to come in and try to posture so that the other guys can finally be shown once and for all how manly you vibe. I beg to ask a question. How does coming into a harmless thread that I have started in a forum that is set aside for phish fans that are sharing creative projects with the sole intent to be mean benefit you or anyone else in the community?

How does opening up a thread knowing ahead of time that you are going to just push negativity make you feel better as a person and how does this apply to your life off this message board?

I started a thread of fictional text in a sub forum on a board dedicated to the subject of phish fans that want to share artistic ideas. Please explain how you advance your life by wasting valuable mind energy through the offering of mean spirited, non-constructive criticism and pseudo male posturing?

I’m all for feedback. However, let’s not pretend that you are trying to offer it. Let’s call a spade a spade.

I intend to wave my freak flag high and mighty. A lot of people have never gotten it and never will understand or even want to try to get to the root of why it is I do what I do in my life. I’m fine with those people being completely on the sidelines while I continue to pursue my dreams and creative pursuits.

In other words…Read The Fucking Book!

http://www.theslopingcompanion.com

#19

Right on man

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I began to draw in the earth again and I spelled out the name, in the traditional Lotuk language, Pintas. This was the name of the preeminent mystic.

At this time Pintas began to make his way toward the mountain with his weaponry. He began trying to annihilate all of the Lizards that he would see upon his trek to this location. The storm circumspectly followed Pintas all the way to the mountain as his destruction commenced. As the storm followed a blissful sound came from the clouds from the four who play. A great massacre ensued and many Lizard people would be exterminated by the depraved hand of Pintas. The head Lizard was finally at the foot of the mountain preparing to do whatever he needed to do to kill me. The guards became aware of what was happening and put me in the center of the shelter that had been built. They watched as Pintas tried to climb the mountain with his cannon. Then, Mark proclaimed from the sky, “You cannot get in the way of the inevitable procession. Your flow has been tested and you have failed. Did you not at one time ponder what resided beyond your land? You were once a mystic and now you have turned into an evil murderer. I will mark you with the sign to prove to the Lizard people that their time has come to embrace the mysteries of the universe and that your end is near. Our way is the piercing light and the star gate. It is this mystery that will be the one that brings the Lizard people together in consensus. He has your answers and yet you have turned cold and dark.” Just then a giant crack appeared in the ground and split the land into two pieces. Pintas fell into the hole and was never heard of or seen again. The Lizards that were at the top of the mountain watched all of this in amazement and once again fell to their knees. Then, I dropped to my knees and began to bow down to the Lizards. It would appear that harmony between us had been achieved. The storm vanished and many days of glorious sunshine would follow while the great shelter was crowned.

Mark First Mentions Marijuana

I began to draw in the dirt a great leaf with a giant water way behind it that appeared to be a river. The Lizards were aware of one river in their land that stretched for miles and miles and had used it to irrigate their crops. Many wild plants grew along the riverside and this leaf was not uncommon. However, the Lizard people did not know what a plant like this was for and just tossed it away to make way for other foods. It is at this time when the ignorance of the Lizards is shown in great detail. I did not blame them for this mistake. Just then my father arrived with the storm and led the Lizards down with me in hand towards the river. After spending thirty nights on top of the mountain, I began to smile excitedly. The Lizards got to the river and I became extremely elated. Mark hovered over in a cloud and said, “It is your time to unlock the power of the great plant, Icculus. Take this plant and spread the seed all over the land. When you have reached the age you will know what to do.” The Lizards were shocked by this order but out of respect came to the conclusion that they should not destroy this wild herb. They took a pot and one of the plants and placed it inside. I ran to the plant. I hugged and played with it for hours. The Lizards were still puzzled because they didn’t know exactly what was so special about what they had come to know as a wild obstacle. You have to understand that the Lizards were a race of people practically extinct from doing things smart people don’t do. It is important to understand that the potential for growth existed.