|Hi! I'm Nathan Lee Carnes, the creator of Space Ark!
I graduated from CSUN in 1975 with honors in my major field
of study, Political Science, perhaps the main reason why my
last chapter revolves around the vital foundation for
any beneficent world:
its Political System
I was inspired to compose a Space Opera two years after witnessing one UFO
with a triad of orange lights fly silently overhead, halt, then
hover stealthily awhile, then slowly glide away through one
s starry, nightfall sky in 1989. Later, I saw four
Starships visiting Earth while flying my own very long
trajectory of discovery onboard one soaring Ark Of Dreams
whose mystical pilot is a mysterious muse of revelation and
its steadfast navigator one'
s magical imagination.
As I spun
a colorful yarn, all the while at the end of the winding tale'
a pot of Gold
was awaiting to my wild
surprise and delight. Because writing can be just as much an odyssey of revelations for a writer as for the reader. For,
I the writer also discovered what you a reader will discover
is my premier novel. I dedicated the book to JFK, one of the beloved Presidents of the USA who galvanized his fellow citizens
and all people on Earth to journey farther into Space where they had begun to voyage only four years before his exhortation to explore the
Final Frontier and land
on the Moon by the end of the decade, near the inception of which he
proclaimed that bold goal for his countrymen to reach. However, I will be forever grateful to
a grand lady, my wonderful mother, JoAnne Murl Mayer
, my best friend, and the most loving person I ever will know, for
likewise emboldening me to unfold the underlying storyline into
a lively tale fully developed when its seed was a mere twenty pages with neither a plot, nor
any characters or dialogue. Yet, rather than negatively criticizing the seminal narrative after
reviewing the embryonic treatment, the nearest and dearest person
to me instead tactfully fostered her son'
s fledgling literary venture by graciously telling him, "
You need characters to say and do those things."
Just those few direct plus powerful words launched his long flight of
discovery by way of writing when such prefatory notions still were grounded with no wings to make them soar. JoAnne was thus an adept facilitator, the best kind of teacher, because of the gentle yet potent methods of mentoring she often
employed to empower, to encourage, to motivate and to inspire him plus many other persons during her visit to Earth.
The noblest person I ever will know was also the finest teacher I ever had. She still mentors
me while guiding, blessing, inspiring and
protecting me ever so subtly, yet oh so powerfully,
but now from a resplendent, regal CASTLE IN THE CLOUDS
embosomed somewhere over the
way up high, an ascendant abode enshrouded within love's enveloping light where I
too will abide again someday upon finally returning to my Home Sweet Home!
is wherever Mom
is, the ultimate destination where the endless exultation of one everlasting
joyful reunion with loved ones patiently awaits one'
s happy homecoming, a serene Kingdom
where unfettered Freedom
reigns forevermore supreme within the cozy comfort of caressing
exaltation and perpetual peace, a Better Place
to be wherein rapturous Beauty is eternally
lustrous with glistening perennials midst its dreamy domain of glittering gardens so ecstatic
in enchanting elegance, always abloom in buoyant bliss, where boundless Fragrant Meadows
always ablaze with opalescent petals like shimmering spectral prisms resting ever so calmly
atop delicate Diamantine Dandelions
split the bedazzling Glory
glimmering all roundabout into
living colors of Crystalline
so wondrously vivid, eternally unveiling amazing
, embracing rays of Mercy
, and illuminating Truth
while riots of Splendiferous Blossoms
always so radiant shimmer ever so cheerily in the cool shade under a towering Tree Of Life
ever emanating Goodness
glowing from an eminent height oh so very high above a daytime'
towery clouds, soaring way beyond the nighttime'
s sterling starlight, where that everlasting
realm of sparkling luster so scintillating gleams with divine vibrations far beyond the sphere
s reveries, beyond those opulent scenes of fanciful dreams
twinkling through the
night, beyond even the sublime revelations of a starlit imagination, yet never far from sight.
Because one Brilliant Beacon
of the only True Love
always beams Ardent Inspiration
bright, the luminous flame never
fading but forever revealing one Perfect Love
from a veiled
dominion of Pure Light
a perpetually dazzling paradise of efflorescent wonders where wispy
clouds of effervescent wishes and iridescent desires forever vibrant never wander away, but
where the soothing balm of Still Waters
rippling so gently with gossamer hopes
for the ever yearning souls afar alow forever flows from sparkling springs always aglow in a
so very high above, the ever hopeful gazing ever heavenward from so far below,
the lustrous ponds of Celestial Love
so tranquil in placid peace, so limpid and so very deep in
, always flowing into boundless rivers of Living Waters
and sons ever so readily and oh so graciously from one eternally Gleaming Source
illumination in their everlasting possession, coursing ever so steadily earthward and ever so
softly with a Supernal Passion
, the cascading desiderata faithfully descending in a comforting
calm to the wishing wells of their hopeful hearts serenely waiting downstream, where those
stardust dreams lovingly inspired from a majestic
height so lofty alight, soon aspiring anew,
forever ascending in spiring flight, zooming higher and ever higher on exhilarating waves of
gliding so gladly above the heights on blissful flights of fancy, beaming far
beyond the daystar so nigh and beyond the crush of nocturnal suns shining so very high in a
s twinkling sky, gratefully reflecting such a Faithful Love
always Abiding Light
But before one happy homecoming to sonorous sonatas, resplendent rhapsodies and hushed
harmonies of an Heavenly Country
, a timeless dimension beyond all transitory Space and one
momentary Time, beyond the melodious music of the Ephemeral Spheres
circling high above
in the twinkling heavens, I tarry as a
stranger in a strange land, a restive pilgrim sojourning
upon one remote planet who knows he likely never will be able to visit any other fascinating lands on any other foreign
worlds near or far from the one of his origin before that final trek
home to Valhalla. He must instead remain marooned with all other earthlings whom also are
stranded on a secluded celestial island with no way to exit until the Ark Of Freedom
is built, boarded, then launched skyward to any such penultimate destinations!
sojourner meanwhile will continue to stargaze into the firmament looking for the mystifying
lights emanating around enigmatic CHARIOTS OF FIRE
while also gazing heavenward to one
oftentimes glimpsed mistily through a glass darkly from his cosmic island oasis.
I arrived at a faraway world in a distant future after a long journey of discovery, then finally
met my Quintessential Being:
I am one Universalist
one sovereign individual confined to no
country nor any one world, a free spirit within a universe without a boundary!
I returned as
one enlightened disciple of universal Direct Democracy
to free my native downtrodden Earth
by disseminating the gospel of true democracy, genuine justice and authentic freedom. I am
a forefather among many cofounders of a modernized plebiscite and a contemporary system
of plebiscitary governance by
Global Grass–Roots Democracy
. I am also a fellow citizen with
the saints, and of the household of God, the Alpha
and Omega of my preeminent citizenship.